This is my copy of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Well, the family copy, technically, but I love it the most so I think we can agree that it’s mine. As you can probably tell from the photo, it’s a bit battered. It’s missing page 465-6 – who knows where it is, but I know the story so well that it doesn’t matter when I’m reading it.
If you read my post yesterday about The Fault in Our Stars, you’ll know that it means a lot to me. That’s nothing compared to Harry Potter.
And I’m sure I’m not alone in this (please tell me I’m not alone in this).
Here are some of my most vivid memories of all things HP:
– Having nightmares of yellow eyes when I watched the second movie
– Reading the last book on the silver seats at school
– Buying the fifth book for my Nanna and lugging it home
– Doing a school presentation on Quidditch (this was last year, lol)
– Kind of hoping on my eleventh birthday that my Hogwarts letter would come (it wasn’t just me…surely…)
– This enrichment day in year 3 with a two day Harry Potter program thingy. We had to make ourselves into a character from the series, and my name was Emvarti Meadel (which I still think is totally cool).
– Reading it so many times I’ve lost count.
I’m still in the process of reading it right now. Things have kind of got in the way, but I’m halfway through the fifth book – I’ll probably finish the series during the school holidays. Every time I finish it, I’m just like:
The only cure for a book hangover is to read more books. But after reading Harry Potter nothing seems…the same. Most of the time I end up easing back into it, or reading other books in between.
I watch the movies when I’m sick. I read the books because I can. I used to write headcanons. I have a Pottermore account. I read The Casual Vacancy because JK Rowling wrote it (and actually loved it, so there).
I’ve watched countless fan videos. Like this one (WATCH IT WATCH IT WATCH IT).
I love everything and anything to do with Harry Potter. Even I can admit its flaws, though. For example, I didn’t like the 19 Years Later part. But it’s still part of Harry Potter, which means that I still love it. Confusing, much? The magic of Harry Potter will stay with me, hopefully, all my life, because it’s been such an amazing part of my life.
The details of Hogwarts will always continue to astound me. Just HOW is it possible to think up so many different, amazing things?
Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, the Ministry, the Quidditch World Cup…everything about the world JK Rowling created is spectacular.
I love these moments in the movies. Harry’s so sassy in the books and I love it!
They’ve had their ups and downs, but the strength of their friendship, as well as its development, is so well-written.
Damn straight. And as JK Rowling said, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.
Thanks for listening to my fangirling, everyone. It’s been fun! What are your memories of Harry Potter, or, alternately, another book series? I’d LOVE to read them! Maybe pick like three or something and tell me in comments 🙂