Ah, the month of December is finally here, and there is one reason in particular that I eagerly await for this time of the year: Harry Potter. I would reread them each year before the next one was released. I’m not quite sure when, but at some point after the final book was out, I began reading them every year at the beginning of December.
Why December? Well, for one thing, the school semester usually ended the first week of December, which meant a break from mandated reading (even if I did enjoy it), also, it was like a treat to myself at the end of the school year and the semester. I knew the whole year that, come December and Christmas time, I would be reaching for my beloved Harry Potter books that line the bottom shelf closest to my bed; once more I would experience true magic at its finest, courtesy of the brilliant and wonderful JK Rowling.
Another reason it is in December that I revisit this tale is that, for some reason, Christmas and Harry Potter are intimately linked in my mind and heart. Perhaps it’s because no matter how many times I read it, it feels like something special, remarkable, and absolutely magical, which is how I think of true Christmas spirit. It’s like a present every year. Then, there’s also the fact that many scenes that come to mind often feature heavy cloaks and snow covered grounds, which of course reminds me of this chilly season. I have the impulse to make some hot chocolate, curl up with a blanket over my lap, cuddle next to a fire in a comfy chair, and enjoy this familiar and cherished tale.
I remember first picking Harry Potter up when I was in 6th grade, talk about a lifetime ago. I remember it so vividly because I first heard about the series from a peer that I met one day waiting for our respective guardians to pick us up from the school; she was the only other person besides me among the throng of students with a book open on her lap, reading. We became quick curb-side friends, only seeing each other while waiting to go home, and often talked about books we had read or were reading. She told me that I would probably enjoy Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, or, if I felt like it, I could start with Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
Somehow I ended up reading the second one first, a strange feat not often repeated in my reading history. Either way, I was enthralled, and I could not wait for the next one. Each year after, I believe, another one was released. I practically salivated over the doorstep, waiting for them to be delivered because my parents were gracious enough to pre-order them at my, and eventually my sister’s wishes. To say we both love these books would be an understatement, but that’s hardly uncommon among Potter fans.
As a reader, I will never be able to thank JK Rowling enough for the Harry Potter series, and all of her inspiration and wonderful words of wisdom. She does so much for so many generations and will for eons to come. As a writer, I admire her craft and skill and hope to attain a fraction of her respect and the pure joy she has brought to millions. Her story encourages me to keep going when my depression is devastating, and that even rejections will be temporary if you believe in yourself and keep trying.
A part of my heart will always be with Hogwarts, Harry, and all the rest, and every year I cherish my time with my old friends. It’s the second of December and you can believe I’ve already plucked the first book from its place and have it at my fingertips when I have moments to steal between the pages. I will forever treasure these books because it always feels like returning home.
Do you feel this way about Harry Potter, or any other book? (I know, so many to choose from!) If so, I invite you to share some the books you love to reread and why. Or your favorite Harry Potter book! (if you can choose).