Mine started when I was in grade three and the mini library project just started. One of my rich friends, brought four of the biggest hard-bound books my little version could ever imagine. Noone in our house reads it, she said. Even I was overwhelmed by how big it was and how complex the words are when I first scanned it. I, being the ultimate library-client was the first one who had the guts to borrow it. And while everybody else was busy playing with jackstones, chinese garter, hide and seek, patintero, I was busy-- reading it.. and yeah, scanning the dictionary for loads of big words I cannot understand. I knew the book was something I just didn't expect it to be this big.
I finished the first book exhausted but happy. I wouldn't sleep or eat 'cause the thought of not knowing what'll happen next excites me too much. In my young age, I kept on mumbling hexes and curses and potter jargons and everybody teases me like I'm a weirdo or something. I didn't mind though. For the next books, I bought them on my own although the sixth was a gift.
The movies were a bit disappointing. but what can I say, there's just so many things I want to include in the movie it's impossible to fit in an hour, not even two hours, or three... but to see some stuff exactly as how I imagined it (esp. the silly ones like the twins and mr. flitwick and dobby) it's definitely amazing. I cried and laughed even though I already knew what was bound to happen..
But like all journeys, it has to come to an end.. the last potter movie, on july 15, will be released and there will be no more.. kinda sad actually.
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