#27

Just saw Harry Potter. I've got a lot to say, but I'm not in the mood. I'm amazed at this, though. I truly grew up on those books. I spent most of my childhood, playing Harry Potter, anxiously awaiting my letter, and itching for the release of the next book. And I'm not alone. I love that books grew with us. I matured, and so did my favorite characters. Those books feel like home. They taught me so many important life lessons. The first book was the book that started my obsession with reading. I haven't stopped since I sat against the tree reading it the summer before third grade. Books provided (and still do to this day) an escape for me at any given moment. I have memories enclosed within the pages of my books, where I was, what happened, etc while I was reading it. I can't bring myself to comprehend that I will never again attend a midnight release at borders for Harry Potter. But still. They brought me here. Along with others. It's phenomenal, the affect certain things will have on our lives. Anyway, I'm going to be counterproductive some more and not to my homework. Oh well. good night.