Sorcerer Sappiness…

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

 

 

I promise to not start every blog entry with an S aliteration

 

I chose, for my second book of 52, the first Harry Potter novel, to be followed, I would hope, by the other six (one never knows as I sometimes get distracted).

 

I made this choice, because a friend of mine who is reading the series for the first time made it to the fifth book and I got desperately jealous and wanted to join her. I’m making her read something else until I catch up, so I have to sort of zoom through them.

 

The first time I read the Harry Potter books, I started on book #1 the day book #7 was released. I had been a little fanatical about the movies (I never denied my geekiness, mind you) and had decided to wait until the last film was over before starting in on the novels…this was meant to help nullify the ‘end of the series’ blues which, if you’re reading this blog, you probably understand.

 

However, with all of the hype that The Deathly Hallows drew, I decided if I waited, someone would inevitably give away the ending.

 

So I read all seven books in three weeks…

 

It was like living seven years in three weeks, like growing up all over again, like diving headfirst into a pool of magic goodness.

 

This immersion ended somewhere between 5:00 in the morning and 6:00 in the morning, with me puddled into a ball of sobs in my bed. It was entirely ridiculous.

 

This is the first time I have tackled reading them again since that experience.

 

I just finished The Socerer’s Stone and have decided that I shouldn’t read them at work anymore. The first book is generally hailed as the one written for a younger readership, aka. the least engrossing. I almost burst into tears at least five times…it’s not even sad yet…

 

Needless to say, I think these characters are now a part of my soul. I feel as they feel, each and every time I repeat their adventure, be it through film or novel.

 

Despite the decision that I should avoid the workplace, I’m about to dash out into the freezing cold and falling snow to get the second book out of my car, dash back, open it, and embark on The Chamber of Secrets.

 

Someone remind me to stop, though, before I get to the fifth book and completely lose control.