"Of course
it's happening
inside your head,
but why on earth
should that mean
that it is not
real?"
Albus Dumbledore
It all started with a boy.
Third grade. At the time I was the tallest girl in my class. Freckles, long strawberry blond hair that ran all the way down my back, and to top the look off was a gap tooth smile that made my life until 15 just an extra bit of awkward.
He was older, a mature eleven to my scrawny eight. And though the age difference painted him as a giant to me, in truth he was nothing more than a skinny, average boy in too-big trousers. His bright green eyes hid behind a set of clumsily taped together glasses and a mop of messy black hair partially covered a thin lighting bolt scar on his forehead.
Third grade. That's when I fell in love with Harry Potter.
I can honestly say that to some degree, the reason I am a student at BYU is because of him. His world became my world. For the first time I was consumed entirely in a universe that wasn't my own. In it, I could be whoever I wanted. I was the ruler of my own nation. Imagination. Suddenly, I enjoyed reading. I enjoyed learning. And while there are dozens of other more significant factors that shaped the person I am today, Harry helped.
What does this matter? I don't know. Maybe everything. Maybe nothing. But for over a decade, I have found my life enriched by the freedom and the fire reading gave to my life.
I have lived in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I have ridden an elephant in Tibet and wandered down grocery store aisles in Pocatello, Idaho. I have witnessed the injustice of a southern courtroom, gotten kicked out of prep school, and toured the shores of Neverland. I have felt joy, sorrow, desperation, and exuberance. I have seen death. I have seen life. I have fallen in love.
Why do we read? We read to become. Become something bigger than we ever could have on our own. They say real life is better than fiction. That's probably true.
But while your waiting for your train to come, relax.
Read.
Let go.
Burn.
Become.
Become.
I am pretty much in love with this blog. haha. Harry Potter is quite fantastic. So is your writing; keep it up :]
ReplyDeleteOk, so I really liked the falling in love with Harry Potter.
ReplyDeleteI have a question about this. I'll just put it out there. Does reading about great people like Harry Potter put us in a position where we expect characters like him in the world around us? For instance, can real boys measure up to Harry Potter once you've "fallen in love" with him?
Anyway, I like the blog.
I can really relate to this entry! I think Harry Potter was my first taste of a good book too. Ah, back in the days of 3rd grade. :) I especially like the part where you name the places you've been. If that's the case, I have walked through the mines of the mountain king, explored the ocean in a submarine, survived in the Alaskan wilderness, visited a zoo in India, and even walked through death. It's kind of fun to look at reading that way. Keep writing!
ReplyDeleteI have always loved that quote by Albus.
ReplyDeleteGreat insight! i love Harry Potter too. :)
ReplyDeleteOh, Sarah, you can WRITE! But you set your sites too low w/Potter. Without all that was swirling around him, how much to him would there be? You want his world, I think, and will have it through your writing! My narrative, obsessions/loves are more archaic, Emerson, Hawthorne, and such, but like yourself, they drew me into choosing English for my major instead of art. The power of words.
ReplyDeleteMy mom read my brothers and me the first four Harry Potter books, long after we could have read them by ourselves. But those are some of my best childhood memories....I've always been a Ron girl myself. (:
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