Today I am so pleased to bring you a post from the darling Elyse! This sweet Hogwarts-loving Ravenclaw-Gryffindor hybrid is here to share how Harry Potter has changed her life and I think you'll find a lot to relate to...
Hi, I'm Elyse from over at Elysie Piecie's Peace of Mind. When the lovely Kate contacted me about writing a post about my love of Harry Potter, I was ecstatic. But what would I write? Should I try to be witty? Write an ode to one Ronald Bilius Weasley? Decisions, decisions. So finally I decided, why not just be honest.
My grandma gave me Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone when it first came out. I had always been an avid reader and she was always sending books down to read. No matter the book, while reading, the words always played like a movie in my head. Flowing and creating magical worlds just for me. Even though I loved to read, I was a little skeptical about this book. Why would I want to read a book about some boy named Harry Potter? I mean hello, I was an elementary aged girl who was in love with Nancy Drew, Anne Frank and as much as I hate to admit it, I was the queen of the "Boys Drool, Girls Rule" tshirts. After staring at the book for a while, I decided to give it a try. Remember those magical worlds I would create in my head, well to this day, no book has given me as much joy as when I imagined what Hogwarts would look like in my head. I was so wrapped up into the books. I remember getting upset at my mom for interrupting my reading and making me go to my basketball game when I was on the last couple of chapters! Seriously, could you imagine the agony?
After reading book one, I had to wait what seemed like an eternity for book 2 and so on. They always came out around my birthday, so thankfully I always knew what I was getting and would call Barnes and Noble to reserve my copy. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were my constant companions from late elementary school, through middle school, and high school. I wanted to be brave like Harry, funny like Ron, and most of all, smart like Hermione. Not to brag, but like Hermione I was always considered one of the brains in class. I was given snide looks when I answered a question right or buried myself down in a book rather than play with the other kids. Some days when this got to be too much, I'd just pick up any of the Potter books and start reading. For the entire school year of eight grade, I read books 1 through 4 over and over. The bindings are shot, pages are falling out, but I still love them regardless because they are my books.
The World JK Rowling created has gotten me through the tough, awkward preteen years, and offered an escape from reality when things at home weren't so great. For those that know me, my Mama has some medical issues. I won't go into that here, but Hogwarts offered me an escape from the pain that was occurring at home, and still does. As Dumbledore wisely told us "You will find that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it" and it truly has. Hogwarts has become a home away from home for me.
I felt like I was writing this post half the time, that's how well I relate to Elyse's thoughts. What do you think? Leave some love in the comments!
Hi, I'm Elyse from over at Elysie Piecie's Peace of Mind. When the lovely Kate contacted me about writing a post about my love of Harry Potter, I was ecstatic. But what would I write? Should I try to be witty? Write an ode to one Ronald Bilius Weasley? Decisions, decisions. So finally I decided, why not just be honest.
My grandma gave me Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone when it first came out. I had always been an avid reader and she was always sending books down to read. No matter the book, while reading, the words always played like a movie in my head. Flowing and creating magical worlds just for me. Even though I loved to read, I was a little skeptical about this book. Why would I want to read a book about some boy named Harry Potter? I mean hello, I was an elementary aged girl who was in love with Nancy Drew, Anne Frank and as much as I hate to admit it, I was the queen of the "Boys Drool, Girls Rule" tshirts. After staring at the book for a while, I decided to give it a try. Remember those magical worlds I would create in my head, well to this day, no book has given me as much joy as when I imagined what Hogwarts would look like in my head. I was so wrapped up into the books. I remember getting upset at my mom for interrupting my reading and making me go to my basketball game when I was on the last couple of chapters! Seriously, could you imagine the agony?
After reading book one, I had to wait what seemed like an eternity for book 2 and so on. They always came out around my birthday, so thankfully I always knew what I was getting and would call Barnes and Noble to reserve my copy. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were my constant companions from late elementary school, through middle school, and high school. I wanted to be brave like Harry, funny like Ron, and most of all, smart like Hermione. Not to brag, but like Hermione I was always considered one of the brains in class. I was given snide looks when I answered a question right or buried myself down in a book rather than play with the other kids. Some days when this got to be too much, I'd just pick up any of the Potter books and start reading. For the entire school year of eight grade, I read books 1 through 4 over and over. The bindings are shot, pages are falling out, but I still love them regardless because they are my books.
The World JK Rowling created has gotten me through the tough, awkward preteen years, and offered an escape from reality when things at home weren't so great. For those that know me, my Mama has some medical issues. I won't go into that here, but Hogwarts offered me an escape from the pain that was occurring at home, and still does. As Dumbledore wisely told us "You will find that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it" and it truly has. Hogwarts has become a home away from home for me.
I felt like I was writing this post half the time, that's how well I relate to Elyse's thoughts. What do you think? Leave some love in the comments!
4 comments:
I am glad to know I was not the only one hesitant to start Harry. I seemed so silly now!
I was hesitant too! I didn't start reading them until the first three were written. I read them over all the time.
My dad and I used to fight for the books because we read them at the same time... But I don't really remember reading and loving them much until the last couple of books came out (I guess I was too young or too interested in horses..) But then. Wow. It was the first time I experienced depression from finishing a book.
I do remember that when I was young I seriously planned to go to King's Cross on September 1st and stand behind a pillar and spy, certain it was real and if I just saw someone going through, I could as well.
And now I have a hard case of Post-Potter Depression, from the movie.
(Sorry for the long comment!)
"They are my books."
That describes my feelings about Harry Potter. They are "my" books. I think that's how we all feel. And I love that we can bond over that. :)
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