Giving In
In 5th grade, a close friend of mine insisted that I read a little book called Harry Potter. I refused, claiming that it was too simple of an idea to be interesting at all. I had been reading about magic, knights and dragons for longer than I could remember, so how could a book about a boy going to a magic school be any different?
Apparently, the rest of the world thought otherwise. More books came out. Year after year, my friends would continue on about "Muggles" and "Houses" and yell out things like "WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA". They would dawn their cloaks and wield their wands, and I just shook my head.
I continued onto high school, and the madness continued. (You know I love you guys.) By then I was picking up parts of the story from conversations and spoilers from sad lamentations down the hallway.
The more I learned about it, the more interested in it I became, though I never let on. How could I let them know that I was finally caving? I still refused to read them. And besides, wasn't it too late for me? I was too behind. (Stupid ideas, I knew I could blow through the books. It was my pride.) So I continued to amuse myself with my friends' anticipation for each book and movie, and quietly listened to their speculation.
And finally, with one year of college lacking of news from Harry and his crew, I found one last chance to catch up with all of you. I began to read all of the books...but then July 20th came with joy and bittersweet sorrow all around. I found a new beginning with the end.
Cara says I cheated, but I finally made it all the way through one Harry Potter book, spoiler free.
And I'm glad I did.
Apparently, the rest of the world thought otherwise. More books came out. Year after year, my friends would continue on about "Muggles" and "Houses" and yell out things like "WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA". They would dawn their cloaks and wield their wands, and I just shook my head.
I continued onto high school, and the madness continued. (You know I love you guys.) By then I was picking up parts of the story from conversations and spoilers from sad lamentations down the hallway.
The more I learned about it, the more interested in it I became, though I never let on. How could I let them know that I was finally caving? I still refused to read them. And besides, wasn't it too late for me? I was too behind. (Stupid ideas, I knew I could blow through the books. It was my pride.) So I continued to amuse myself with my friends' anticipation for each book and movie, and quietly listened to their speculation.
And finally, with one year of college lacking of news from Harry and his crew, I found one last chance to catch up with all of you. I began to read all of the books...but then July 20th came with joy and bittersweet sorrow all around. I found a new beginning with the end.
Cara says I cheated, but I finally made it all the way through one Harry Potter book, spoiler free.
And I'm glad I did.