Hi, my name is Meg . . . and I’ve never read the Harry Potter series.
I belong to an exclusive-but-not-in-the-good-way club: people who never quite got around to reading what is arguably the most beloved book series of all time. No particular reason. Just never quite got around to it. And then I did the truly unforgivable and saw all the movie adaptations WITHOUT having read the books. I KNOW.
But we can really blame all this on my childhood. I grew up in kind of a conservative, anti-magic family. And when I say anti-magic, I mean . . . I wasn’t allowed to watch Sabrina, the Teenage Witch because it might give me ideas about dabbling in witchcraft. Because as we all know, nothing is more likely to lure young girls onto the side of the Devil than Melissa Joan Hart’s ability to butter toast without using her hands.
|Get thee behind me, Sata--- MAGIC COOKIES!|
So when the first Harry Potter came out and speedily grew in popularity, my mom had to read it first and determine whether it was acceptable for an impressionable youth such as myself. The problem was, as soon as she DID approve it, it lost its air of The Forbidden and I didn’t really care about it anymore. Sabrina, the Teenage Witch, on the other hand? Watched every single episode . . . multiple times.
Now that I’m an “adult” and not quite as hellbent on loving only the things my parents have specifically advised me against loving, I’m just a girl standing here in front of a stack of Harry Potters, asking them to love me . . . even though I'm OLD.
P.S. Pottermore says I’m a Hufflepuff. Do with that what you will (which is to say, give me cookies and hugs).