I open the page. Flick past the crisp pages that hold the title and table of contents. The page reads “Chapter One: The Boy Who Lived”. I sigh contently as my mind is taken to a far off yet familiar place. I read the first sentence: “Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much” To some it may seem like an ordinary boring opening, but for me those words bring me home. No matter how I’m feeling at the time opening this book makes the world melt away and I’m on Privet Drive. I can relax because this is my favorite book. Everyone who knows me knows that I’m a huge Harry Potter fan. Whether they notice my Harry Potter buttons, the deathly hallows symbol drawn on my arm,
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All 7 of the Narnia books were in my closet. The Harry Potter books hadn’t even all came out yet. I hate starting a series when all the books aren’t out yet. When I have to wait for the next book in a series to come out, I find that I lose interest. That’s not because I don’t care about the books anymore, but because I have so many books that I want to read that I forget about the unfinished series. I am so glad that I didn’t do that with Harry Potter. So, when everyone else in my class was reading Judy Blume I was an ostrich who had my head stuck in the Narnia books. I absolutely loved that series. I loved how C.S. Lewis tied the books together. It was definitely a favorite series of mine, even to this day. Also in 3rd grade I read Bridge to Terabithia. I loved that book, but I also hated it. That was the first time I experienced real, raw, emotional pain from a book. That book crushed my very soul. I’m pretty sure I had a breakdown in class over it. That soul- crushing book turned me into a book thrower. It also made people more than a little afraid of me, oops. After that book scarred me for life, I decided to read a few Judy Blume books. They actually weren’t that bad. Then came the best thing that ever happened to little Heather. J.K. Rowling announced the release of the last Harry Potter book. I was finally
All 7 of the Narnia books were in my closet. The Harry Potter books hadn’t even all came out yet. I hate starting a series when all the books aren’t out yet. When I have to wait for the next book in a series to come out, I find that I lose interest. That’s not because I don’t care about the books anymore, but because I have so many books that I want to read that I forget about the unfinished series. I am so glad that I didn’t do that with Harry Potter. So, when everyone else in my class was reading Judy Blume I was an ostrich who had my head stuck in the Narnia books. I absolutely loved that series. I loved how C.S. Lewis tied the books together. It was definitely a favorite series of mine, even to this day. Also in 3rd grade I read Bridge to Terabithia. I loved that book, but I also hated it. That was the first time I experienced real, raw, emotional pain from a book. That book crushed my very soul. I’m pretty sure I had a breakdown in class over it. That soul- crushing book turned me into a book thrower. It also made people more than a little afraid of me, oops. After that book scarred me for life, I decided to read a few Judy Blume books. They actually weren’t that bad. Then came the best thing that ever happened to little Heather. J.K. Rowling announced the release of the last Harry Potter book. I was finally