I can't even tell you how great it was to be able to read books again. On Pdays I would go to the library to email and would have an inner struggle that went something like this:
"Oooh! I like that book cover! Love in the time of Cholera, I think that's on my booklist!"
"STOP! Focus! You're a missionary!"
"Make a mental note to read that book."
"Great, now I have to repent for not being purpose driven."
"How can people be in a library using Facebook when there are books to be read?!?!"
"Am I being judgy right now?"
I don't think I could ever write a blog post that would do justice to how I feel about Harry Potter. The Harry Potter Series was such a big part of my childhood. I was first introduced to the book when my fourth grade teacher would read a chapter a day to us, not kidding, after chapter one I was hooked.
I consider one of the best days of my childhood life as being the day when I met JK Rowling and got a signed copy of The Deathly Hallows. (!!!!!!!) That really did happen.
I loved the series even more this time through (if that's even possible?)—it felt like I was visiting an old friend.
Below, some of what I picture when I read through the series...
Radom afterthought, am I the only one who pictured the sorcerer's stone being green? I was so bothered when the stone turned out red in the movie. Was that mentioned in the books? I for some always just pictured it being green.
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