I belong to the Harry Potter generation. My teachers read
the first book to my grade one class, my friends rushed to see every movie that
came out, and everyone’s read the books. Except for me. For the last 12 years, I’ve
lived under a wizard-free rock, and I was always that person who just laughed
awkwardly whenever someone made a HP reference.
I didn’t know the difference between Dumbledore and Hagrid, and the extent
of my knowledge of quidditch was that it involved broomsticks. I was probably
the only 11 year old that didn’t wait for their acceptance letter into
Hogwarts. I was the ultimate muggle.
This, however, is all about to change. As of last week, I’m
reading the first Harry Potter novel. I’m taking my dive into the world of
magic and wands and all those lovely things 12 years after it become cool, and
after every single movie has come out. That, my friends, is what you call
procrastination. But I’m excited. I’m excited to read what has become a piece of
modern day literature, and I’m equally excited to make some HP references myself.
Who knows? They might make a wizard out of me yet.
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