Jennifer

I’m just back from the last Harry Potter movie and I’m actually feeling a little sad. If you get that you get it and if you don’t SHUSH. It was a massive part of my childhood. The  days before the latest Harry Potter books release had an excitement similar to to Christmas.

I was given the first book when I was about 9 by my brother, I remember looking at the red cover, reading the back and thinking ‘not really my thing’. But he promised me it was apparently going to be ‘big’ so I gave it a go and was surprised to see the same book sitting on the desks of half the class pretty soon. I remember getting annoyed when the teacher decided to make it the book she read to us every Friday because I wasn’t where she was and I was HOOKED. I was that kid, along with many, that even if she was a little too old to believe in such things still hoped they’d get a letter from Hogwarts on their 11th birthday. 

Yeah the first movies were awfuuul but the last one was damn good and I’m glad they spilt it in 2 because it gave us one last one to watch. 

I don’t understand how we form such weird attachments to things, perhaps it’s the timing of it all, it literally took up our childhood, from 8/9-21…

Anyway, feeling a little silly now but whatever. I LOVE HARRY POTTER.