September 21, 2014 37 Comments
In other words, it’s not you, Harry – it’s me.
I read the books about six or seven years ago when they were given to me as a gift. I read up to book six and stopped. I wasn’t impressed.
I honestly have no reason why I didn’t like the books.
I was stupid and narrow-minded.
It’s likely that I just wasn’t fully committed to jumping on the Hogwarts bandwagon. Maybe I wanted to be the “mature adult” who didn’t get sucked into such childish storytelling.
Well, fast forward to about this time last year. Nothing significant happened; I had no premonition or anything like that. I just didn’t have anything to watch; The Office had ended a few months earlier.
So I decided to rent all the Harry Potter movies from the library. I watched them all in about a two-month period. When I finished with movie number eight I immediately dug through my things and pulled out my old Harry Potter books.
I’ll save my short reviews for a later post, but right now I’m well into book five, and Sarabeth is rapidly catching up with me. We cannot get enough of this phenomenon that we missed out on for so many years.
Sarabeth has even made butterbeer for me twice and I have told her to buy me a Harry Potter wand for Christmas.
Yes, the turn-around is that drastic.
We don’t celebrate Halloween, but we’re talking about celebrating Harry Potter.
I want to paint a lightning bolt on our daughter’s head, let my wife’s hair go frizzy, while we all wear stripped scarves and go out and put hexes on things.
We’ve decided that for our daughter’s 11th birthday, we’ll give her an invitation to Hogwarts to introduce her to the books.
Oh, and we’ll definitely be visiting the Hogwarts castle in Universal Studios, thank you very much. It is now the reason I work overtime.
The moral of the story is simple.
Go back and retry that thing you once hated. And don’t ever think you’re too old to enjoy something so awesome.