Platform Nine and Three quarters (Photo credit: kani-jessy)
This is a Harry Potter blog. Hopefully by now you’ve figured out that I’m a fan of the books, but you may not understand how big of a fan I am. It seems unsurprising to some who know me and very surprising to others.
I grew up with this series. I’ve gone to every release – book and movie – since they started hosting them. I have costumes and games and t-shirts and, good Lord, pretty much everything I’ve been able to get my hands on. I have a wand (I wish it worked). I have a spare wand. This has been a huge part of my life since I was nine years old.
Needless to say, I like the series. So, it’s a little surprising how hesitant I am to start this project.
It’s been a while since I last read all the books cover-to-cover, first book to last. The last time I picked up Sorcerer’s Stone was before the last book came out, which when I did my last re-read. There wasn’t enough time to read all the books before the final movie since I was working insane hours before the seventh movie and I was in the U.K. for the eighth. That means it’s been five years.
Five years. I haven’t read the books that I claim to be obsessed with in half a decade. That’s absolutely insane.
I feel like someone ready to go back to summer camp. What if it’s not as good as I remember? What if I don’t like anyone anymore or they don’t like me? Most importantly, what if everything that’s happened to me since the last time I was there makes it… less so? Less magical. Less special. Less… mine.
I’ve watched the movies much more often than I’ve read the books. After all, they air on ABC family at every imaginable opportunity (Christmas? HP marathon! Halloween? Marathon! Fourth of July? Why the hell not; the war was against the British). I remember the plot and I remember the characters, but I’m afraid I might not like the books as much as I did the first time I picked them up, or the last time, for that matter.
Graduation had just passed by when I’d read the last new Harry Potter book. I’ve gone through some schooling and more working, making and losing friends, happy times and hard times. I’ve lived and I’ve changed, but I hope I haven’t changed too much.
I suppose we’ll see as I continue reading. I often over think things and freak myself out, so it’s probably that. I really hope it’s that.
Are you ever nervous about going back to something you grew up loving? Or something you haven’t seen in a while?
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