Day 03 – Your favorite series
This one’s pretty easy to answer. Of course, the Harry Potter series is my favorite. It’s not because of the crazy big fandom it has and the movie franchise. No, I was hooked way before that.
The first book, Philosopher’s Stone, was given to me by my aunt for my 7th birthday. Of course, at that age, I don’t really understand the depth of the story. All I know is that this book is a very long non-picture book about an orphan boy with a lightning scar on his forehead who was actually one of the most famous wizards of his age. And then when I was 9 years old, the first movie came out. I didn’t know that the book I have was popular enough to be made into a movie. And so I did what I thought was appropriate, and read the book again. This time, the chapters I skipped when I was younger seemed a lot more important and interesting. And thus began my love for Harry Potter. Every year, I asked for it as present for my birthday. Come high school, when the box set was released, I sold my paperbacks to a secondhand bookstore and bought the hardcover set using the money I got with the help of my mom.
My friends wouldn’t really understand why I am so deeply attached with these books. They are my companion as I was growing up and the magical world have been my escape for far too many times. I even believed that someday, I would be able to go to the wizarding world and study at Hogwarts. They are more than just some children’s books for it teaches children the very important lesson of all: to never lose hope and to love selflessly. These two thoughts would probably be difficult to explain to children at a young age but JK Rowling did magic and out comes 7 books that clearly show the importance of hope, love, family and friendship. Some people say that the magic of Harry Potter is “over” since the last movie was already released last year but I, for one, do not believe in this for as long as I have my books, the magic will never be over. They have been my home, a refuge whenever I feel alone and lonely. Opening one book and reading about the boy who lived one more time is like going back to my beloved magical place of happiness. It’s as easy as that. As long as I remember every adventure, it will never be over for me. These books have become a great part of who I am today.