I am a Potterhead
It's true. And I shall explain.
Harry Potter is not the center of my universe, but Robert over at the Llama Butchers made kind mention of me and it made me realize that this is something that needs explaining. (By the way, thank you Robert for the mention. I'm still very new to this little addiction.)
Harry Potter is the equivalent of comfort food for my brain. The stories are rich and complex. The characters spring to life and sweat. There is torment and anguish, survival and triumph, hate, bigotry, and love. Not to mention being a real hoot to read in light of today's politics.
I came late to the Harry Potter bandwagon. I was 28-years-old and could not imagine what a children's book could offer me. But, my two younger sisters insisted I read the first book after dragging me to see the first movie. Big sisters sometimes indulge the little sisters. The movie was good, but the book was much better. The first novel wasn't as well written as those that have followed, but every one of them is another corner of a rich tapestry. When I finished the first novel, I went out and bought every book in hardback. Since then, I've read them each about 40 times. And I'm still reading.
I comfort my brain with this. And I love it. My Prince Charming doesn't really understand this compulsion...but his buddy does. (We are secret potterhead friends.) These books are not just for adults, no matter what you may have heard.
Okay. Back to adult topics now.
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