It’s official, friends. I hereby join the ranks of Those Who Have Read Harry Potter. It’s a big club. But only a select few members have
their own wands.
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| Ebony with Phoenix feather core. For threatening my enemies. |
I don’t know if you realize this, but organizing a group of book
bloggers who live all over the world to read the same books and then talk about
them on the same day every week for 6 months running is a stupendous feat. Like herding
cats? Is that the saying? And only our brave and fearless
leader, Alice, our collective fondness for GIFs, and the scary-brilliant
imagination of Lady JK Rowling herself could have provided the motivation to
keep us all onboard. Also peer pressure (not just for making children smoke the cigarettes anymore).
As some of you may know . . . the past 6
months have been maybe the most difficult of my life. My world sort of fell
apart right before Christmas, and it’s taken this long just to assemble the
scaffolding to BEGIN the rebuilding process. And through all that personal
journeying, I was simultaneously making my steady way onward from the cupboard
under the stairs at Number 4 Privet Drive. They say you never forget your first
time reading the Harry Potter series, and for me that could not be more
true.
TOO MANY FEELINGS.
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| Makes your opponent's pee smell funny for DAYS. |
The heat of my
passion for Neville Longbottom would have been more than enough to carry me through, but I ALSO had reading
partners who made me spit coffee every Friday, right on schedule. And sometimes
we also cried. But we cried together. And then we looked at more
pictures of post-puberty Matthew Lewis, and all was well again.
So thank you, friends, for making this first read so
memorable.
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| To be followed by a 10-minute group hug. |
