I wasn’t allowed to read the Harry Potter series until middle school (due to my Christian upbringing–my mom wasn’t a fan of wizards), and by then I had convinced myself that it was simply another overrated series like the Twilight series (I know, I know, absolutely preposterous). 327 more words
I never much cared for book learnin’ when I was a wee lad. I still don’t do much reading now, to be honest, but I at least have changed my stubborn, childish tune from “books are stupid and long and hard and I don’t want to read them!” (younger me really set myself up for ridicule from someone with a dirty mind). 1,397 more words
Eng. It’s been 20 years since Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone was first published.
I wasn’t even born when that happened. It wouldn’t be until seventeen years after, that a fourteen-year-old me would pic up this book and finally get introduced to the magical world the amazing J. 339 more words
At the time, Rowling had what appeared to be three strikes against her: she was a single mother, she was unemployed and she was living under the black cloud of depression. 163 more words