I prefer to read classics over the latest bestsellers, so I don’t rush to Amazon or my local bookseller for many just-released books. Even if a new book captures my attention, I take my sweet time to acquire it and read it through. This latest and last Harry Potter book has been different. And not by choice.
I have loved the series ever since I first laid eyes on it in 1999. It reminded me of Tolkien’s fantasy world with a lighter voice and more female participation. I read every subsequent book as it came out — but when it was convenient for me. When the book fit in my schedule, I collected it from a book purveyor and gobbled it up.
As those of you who have read Harry Potter know very well, the books are a non-stop reading experience. All non-critical-to-your-survival activities fall away as you blow through 500-700 pages of Potter.
Now, as you may also know, I am now a mother. My daughter is 10 months old. I have many, many todo items in my day that keep our lives whirring on as smoothly as possible. Vocab Vitamins takes all the childcare hours I am lucky to have. I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR HARRY POTTER.
But reading it I am. Why? Why now, when I could have read it just as well say, 6 or 12 months from now? Because of all the hype. The series has gotten so enormously popular, that even if I did my best to avoid all book reviews (I have), all coverage (I have), someone somewhere would leak the storyline and spoil it for me before I read the book.
And that would be terrible.
So thanks to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, I am now sporting a darker shade of under-eye circles than usual. And naturally, this week’s words are culled from the first part of it. But no spoilers here, I promise.