It’s all Jack’s fault.
I’m currently reading The Blood of Olympus, the fifth and final book in Rick Riordan’s Heroes of Olympus series. But before I started The Blood of Olympus, though, I was reading Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets for the third time. I’ve seen all of the movies, too. They kept me company while packing my apartment in SC.
Like I said, it’s all Jack’s fault.
What Nephew Jack reads, Aunt Dee reads. Sometimes we get to talk about the stories. Sometimes we don’t. Either way, it’s opened a whole new world of story for me, and I’m very glad.
Harry Potter used to intimidate me. I saw the books and how many pages they held and I thought to myself, “I’d never make it through that.” Even after I started listening to books on CD, I still considered Harry Potter a task too daunting to undertake.
I’d heard how wonderful the books were. I’d had numerous people recommend them to me. I was with Angela when she bought the sixth book on CD many years ago. We were on our way to a wedding in Connecticut and she was so anxious to hear Rowling’s latest installment that we stopped at a Wal-mart for the purchase along the way! She listened while I slept, and I remember waking up, listening, and being completely lost. Little did I know that a few years later, I’d be listening to that exact book, no longer lost, and totally thankful that Angela had purchased it.
She purchased all of the other books, too, and had them in a shoe box at her house when I decided to read the series (with my ears). Jack had started it (with his eyes). He loved it. I wanted to be able to speak with him intelligently. I had plenty of listening time as I drove around SC for work. It was time.
I think that the fact that I’ve started the series for the third time is testament to the fact that I liked it. And not only did I like it, but I also accidentally allowed it to change the way I think.
Don’t worry, folks, I haven’t allowed witchcraft and wizardry to take over my mind.
But I do often wish I had an invisibility cloak and the ability to disparate.
I do find myself comparing painful experiences and places to dementors.
I often imagine myself in Hogwarts and desire to meet Dobby.
I ponder the series’ themes of light and darkness, good and evil, friendship and family.
I marvel at the creativity that God has placed in the human mind.
And I connect with the notion that love has the power to withstand evil…lightning scar or not.
After all, it’s Love that I’ve built my life upon…and it’s love that leads us to read books and opens hearts and sets us free…
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