"The Scar Had Not Pained Harry For Nineteen Years. All Was Well."
It' been almost two weeks since I finished Deathly Hallows. I feel an empty void inside of me.
Harry's saga is over. My adolescence is over. It's been 9 years since I first heard about this amazing, best-selling children's book about the orphan who found out he was a wizard. I can't believe I was 9 years old when I was first seduced by the magical halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry. Back then, I'd never really read any chapter books except for the Wayside School trilogy, The Phantom Tollbooth, and The Lion, The Witch, And The Wardrobe. At a whopping 309 pages, it was by far the longest book I'd ever thought about reading. I look at my old copy of Sorcerer's Stone, and it's in horrible shape. The entire spine is cracked and breaking off, the jacket is torn and scratched in a most offending way, and my sloppy handwriting serves as a blemish on the inside cover where I wrote "this book belongs to: the O'Gradys" in silver gel pen. This book is my deepest treasure.
Unfortunately, I have completely lost my copies of both Chamber of Secrets and Prisoner of Azkaban, probably because I'd take the Harry Potter books with me everywhere. The lucky thing is that I know I'd read each at least 3 times before they'd gone missing. My original copy of Goblet of Fire is, of course, literally in pieces because my stupid 12-year-old self had thought reading in the midst of a torrential downpour was a good idea. 3 books that I need to buy (in hardcover to match their siblings.) Order of the Pheonix is in surprisingly good shape. I did only read it twice, so that may be the explanation. It also does have plenty of bulk to protect itself. Half-Blood Prince looks okay, especially considering I read it 7 1/2 times. But I did my best to keep excellent care of it. The main problem is that the last couple of chapters are wrinkled and soaked from the hundreds of tears shed over poor Dumbledore's death.
And now Deathly hallows joins the party. Still fresh, barely two weeks old. It's been read through twice already. A third time is coming soon, as I plan on reading the entire series over again. But I have a feeling that within the years to come, Hallows will be just as beat as little old Stone, perhaps even moreso.
I can't wait to share these books with my children.
Harry's saga is over. My adolescence is over. It's been 9 years since I first heard about this amazing, best-selling children's book about the orphan who found out he was a wizard. I can't believe I was 9 years old when I was first seduced by the magical halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry. Back then, I'd never really read any chapter books except for the Wayside School trilogy, The Phantom Tollbooth, and The Lion, The Witch, And The Wardrobe. At a whopping 309 pages, it was by far the longest book I'd ever thought about reading. I look at my old copy of Sorcerer's Stone, and it's in horrible shape. The entire spine is cracked and breaking off, the jacket is torn and scratched in a most offending way, and my sloppy handwriting serves as a blemish on the inside cover where I wrote "this book belongs to: the O'Gradys" in silver gel pen. This book is my deepest treasure.
Unfortunately, I have completely lost my copies of both Chamber of Secrets and Prisoner of Azkaban, probably because I'd take the Harry Potter books with me everywhere. The lucky thing is that I know I'd read each at least 3 times before they'd gone missing. My original copy of Goblet of Fire is, of course, literally in pieces because my stupid 12-year-old self had thought reading in the midst of a torrential downpour was a good idea. 3 books that I need to buy (in hardcover to match their siblings.) Order of the Pheonix is in surprisingly good shape. I did only read it twice, so that may be the explanation. It also does have plenty of bulk to protect itself. Half-Blood Prince looks okay, especially considering I read it 7 1/2 times. But I did my best to keep excellent care of it. The main problem is that the last couple of chapters are wrinkled and soaked from the hundreds of tears shed over poor Dumbledore's death.
And now Deathly hallows joins the party. Still fresh, barely two weeks old. It's been read through twice already. A third time is coming soon, as I plan on reading the entire series over again. But I have a feeling that within the years to come, Hallows will be just as beat as little old Stone, perhaps even moreso.
I can't wait to share these books with my children.