by J.K. Rowling
‚Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.‘
I’ll always be thankful for being a 90’s kid, because this made me part of this blessed generation that could grow up with these books. Reading these now as a child of that age must be great, but reading them as a child of that age, Harry’s age, as they were published, was just the best reading experience I’ve ever had and without a doubt will ever have.
‚Harry — yer a wizard.‘
I wasn’t allowed to read them, you see. My parents regarded them as something slightly dangerous, promoting witchcraft and such nonsense. What rubbish. I saw the first movie on my last day at primary school, and I loved it. I loved the talking hats, the flying brooms, and the magic. So I collected my small pocket money and bought the first book myself once I was at secondary school which almost made me miss the bus. I smuggled it inside my room and once my father had left for work, I read it in a single day.
‚There will be books written about Harry. Every child in the world will know his name.‘
As you may have guessed, reading this one illegally in my small room, always having an ear turned towards the stairs, heavily affected my reading experience. Because I could relate to Harry so very much. To scrawny Harry with the messy hair who had such a shitty life. Of course, I wasn’t forced to live in a cupboard, but as I said, my room was very small. And we had a very big house which made that room even smaller. So this touched me. Reading about Harry being bullied by Dudley at school and at home also touched me, because I was also bullied at that time – I was always smaller than the other kids at school, and I was always very bookish which didn’t help at all. So when little Harry got that letter, I was caught in Rowling’s net, and I’ve never left it. After the holidays, I spent my lunch breaks at school in the school library. Reading Chamber of Secrets, obviously, but that’s another story.
‚Ah, music,‘ he said, wiping his eyes. ‚A magic beyond all we do here!‘
This will forever be my favourite book. I’ve read it around 16 times now, and I’ll definitely read it again. How can you not love this? It’s about a little orphan boy whose childhood is a never-ending series of horror and abuse, until his eleventh birthday. Then little Harry finds out that his parents were wizards, that he also is a wizard and that he can leave his shitty, terrible relatives to go a school for witchcraft, where he finds the best friends possible, learns to do actual magic and comes to be one of the greatest heroes in the history of literature.
‚There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.‘
This book has a half-giant who’d love to have a dragon as a pet, said baby dragon named Norbert, and a cerberus called Fluffy. It has Quidditch, talking portraits, and it has people who send toilet seats as a gift. It’s filled with hope, friendship and magic. It’s perfect. The only thing which could have made it more perfect is the illustrated edition. People might say it’s stupid to pay that much money to read a book you’ve read so many times, but Jim Kay’s pictures really make this even better. Anyway, who loves the Harry Potter series? Me: