I am a shameless reader, to the point where I can’t sit down to a meal without having something to at least skim. Obituaries, comics, the phone book, anything in front of me. I’m not weird, just why not learn something if I’m sitting there eating my oatmeal? So when the seventh and final Harry Potter book came out, I was in line waiting for my reserved copy. It isn’t just about enticing, fatty British meals within castle walls and friendly elves any more, Harry Potter has evolved into a series full of dark magic, passionate romantic relationships and parallels to the Holocaust. The book hasn’t necessarily evolved in a negative way- on the contrary- it appeals to the older generations, and I myself welcome the intensity of the series as it escalates in the seventh book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. For those who think that the book remains for small children, they are mistaken. If I recommend anything this summer, it is casting aside any doubts about reading fantasy and welcoming the mania that has swept the entire world. After all, most of the planet can’t be wrong in their obsession, can they?
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I have a funny story about how I did not have ANY clue as to who Harry Potter was when I worked in a bookstore several years ago when the second book was being released!!
"Harry who?"
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