I make it sound very dramatic but it wasn’t anything of that kind. First, I knew about Harry Potter, of course, thanks to the movies, I liked the movies so much, so I was curious about the books, but I didn’t read the books until I was 13 years old, and only because my, by then, best friend lent me the 4th book, then the 3rd, 2nd and 1st. So, I’m not only read it when I was very much older but I read backwards. The real matter here wasn’t exactly that I was that age or how I read the series, but how react my fellow classmates when they saw me on it.
I struggle the first times that I carried the 4th book and read it in the school, which was the only place where I could read since my friend brought the book with her each day for me. However, after immersing myself into the magical world of Harry Potter, I found the courage to do it without thinking in what others thought of me, I enjoyed the books and fall in love with them and was so happy each day that I could reach the story. Finally, my friends allow me to take others home and I was so hooked that I finished in record time (at least for me at that time noticing that I never read before that).
I never regret for any minute to have picked up the book in the first place, for the contrary, I think that if it wasn’t the case, I wouldn’t be the person I am now. Harry Potter teaches me a lot about my own persona, for which I’m so grateful that J. K. Rowling wrote it and decided to share it with us and right now, I’m more confidence to say that I LOVE Harry Potter and I encourage everybody to read it. This magical world has so much to offer the reader with a never ending giving of tender, love and friendship and while it still lot more to come out of it, I wish to never end.