Harry Potter: My History

Practically everyone knows the story of Harry Potter. In fact, it wasn’t until I got to college that I met people my own age who had never read a single Harry Potter book or watched any of the movies. For me and my childhood peers, Harry Potter was a constant presence. It had just never crossed my mind that there would be people growing up in the Harry Potter era that wouldn’t partake in a world as magical as the one J.K. Rowling had created.

Recently I have decided to reread the series due in part to my lackluster attempts at being a good little English major who spends her whole summer working her way through a long list of novels, but also because the series simply means so much to me. But before I look closer at each book and movie, I thought it would be a good idea to delve into just why Harry Potter is as important to me as it is. In a sense, I have decided to document and share my Harry Potter History.

My first introduction to the series was infact the movies, not the books. I went to see Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone in theaters when I was in first grade. Of course I was enthralled. I can’t think of a movie that has ever excited me as much as The Sorcerer’s Stone excited six-year-old-me.

I continued to watch the movies as they came out, but never read the books. My sister was an avid reader, but young Katie had quite a bit of difficulty in that area. In all honesty, I had to be taken out of the regular reading and language arts classes that my peers took in order to receive extra help and catch up when I was in elementary school.

By the time I entered junior high, I was all caught up and perfectly proficient when it came to reading comprehension. And as the Harry Potter movies fan that I was, I decided that it was time that I finally read the series. Oh boy. I devoured those babies. In no longer than two weeks, I had read all seven novels. They were simply magical.

From that point on, Harry Potter was not just a series of movies that I made sure I saw in theaters. They were my favorite books, my companions, and my catalyst. Harry Potter had awakened in me a thirst for stories that I do not believe will ever be fully quenched. I think that’s the real magic that Rowling created, not the spells she imagined for her characters to use, but the love of reading that she instilled in a generation. Had I never picked up Harry Potter, I may never have learned to love reading to the degree that I do. Without my love of reading, there is no way I would seriously be considering a major in English. In fact, I would probably be going to a different college, therefore having completely different experiences than those I am having now. My whole life would be different and probably not as good.

So thank you J. K. Rowling. Your books have meant the world to me.


One thought on “Harry Potter: My History

  1. Akanksha Varma February 20, 2015 / 8:01 am

    That. Is. Totally. Me. I have read these books far more tunes than I can count. And what’s weird is that every time I do, I discover a small new something that I’d missed before. They’re so magical which is why all Potterheads say, Thank you JkRowling 😀

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