Thursday, 10 November 2011
How Did YOU Discover Harry Potter?
When I first came to Canada, I was a puny, quiet kid who loved reading… but didn’t actually read much past comic books. And my very Canadian, very much taller cousins (who’re actually about the same age as me) always did things better, had a real live
American Canadian accent were really into this story about a boy with a lightning-shaped scar who flew on broomsticks and did other magical stuff.
It sounded cool to me, so I, being the puny immigrant kid without the cool
American Canadian accent, picked up one of the thickest books I’d ever seen- called Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire– and started reading. I put it down after reading the weirdest chapter EVER. After that, I didn’t attempt to be like my cool Canadian cousins.
The thing was, I was eight when I first discovered Harry Potter. I also picked up the fourth book in the series, so of course I’d be like HUH every two seconds. I did know this: the Harry Potter books involved somebody called Wormtail, a scary snake, and dead people.
A year later, an older girl I knew told me to read Harry Potter when she saw that in three days, I read the sixteen detective books she got me. And this time, I started with the first book.
And I am so glad that all these things came together for me.
MAN OH MAN it was an adventure. I’ve read every book in the series a minimum of ten times, and I still love Harry Potter enough to cry EVERY time I read that one chapter in which Snape reveals his true character. I’ve grown up with the Harry Potter books. I read them while I adjusted to a new country, while I got my
American Canadian accent, and of course, navigated my awkward elementary (that’s middle school for Americans) years.
I love the magical world JK Rowling wove for us all, and I love it enough to still hope for a Hogwarts letter every year. (Please tell me I’m not the only one who did this.) As a reader and as a writer, JK Rowling has given me and everyone else out there an amazing gift: she told us that nothing is impossible. Ever. I thank her for that.
Well, that’s my story. How did YOU discover Harry Potter?