Lots of things were said… but I started thinking about why I keep coming back to Harry Potter when I think about books I will always love. Why is it this story is so important to me? Why is it that it’s affected me so much? And then I think about the sheer brilliance of J. K. Rowling’s composition… her gift in writing is truly extraordinary. The way she crafted such a simple yet profound story about innocence and hope and friendship — writing a story like she’s written is a subtle art, especially to capture an audience’s attention the way she did. It’s something I’ll probably always strive for in my writing, and if anything, I have to thank her for setting such an awesome (in every sense of the word) example of what and whom a writer should write for because it puts the art of storytelling into so much perspective.
While I’m always going to have a special place in my heart for paranormal romance, Harry Potter is pretty much in a league of its own when I think of books/things that have impacted me throughout my life. Sure, I’ve fallen in love with other books, movies, and television shows… but a lot of them have become passing phases or just something I don’t fangirl with an everlasting fervency. Nothing has ever come close to touching Harry Potter and it’s probably a testament to what the story symbolizes for me.
I think what I love so much about the books is how the series places most of its focus on the things that affect us as humans. It truly is childhood, hope, and innocence in its purest form — not in an immature way, but in a magical way. Even up to the end, when Harry was fighting Voldemort, the books still spoke to me about the power of hope and love. Because of that, there was always this comforting, boundless glow of “authenticism” and warmth that has emanated from the story and, thanks to the friendship and love between the trio and Harry’s family, it shined brightly — no matter how dark the books became. Above everything else, that’s what the books concentrated themselves on… and I have to think it’s because J. K. Rowling poured her heart and soul into these characters. And that’s what I don’t find so much anymore in other books… that’s why Harry Potter will always mean so much to me.
I read these books when I was at the cusp of my teenage years and they were always a significant voice in the back of my mind. Even though I never truly had a close friendship like the trio, the books still wrapped me in their arms like a friend… and I will always remember that feeling every time I think of Harry Potter.
In so many ways, Harry Potter reminds me of that genuine, childlike wonder I had when I was younger — not only that, but I think of how simple life is when you’re a child. It’s something I still crave as an adult, but also a feeling you’re apt to disallow yourself as you get older when you should really be embracing everything about it. It’s good to grow older. We evolve, we grow wiser… we become more aware… but to prohibit yourself from experiencing moments the way you did as a child or just plain letting go of everything that weighs you down as an adult…? I think that’s something more adults need to do. Believe in magic. Believe in love and friendship in their simplest, untainted forms. Embrace that part of you that still wants to be a child — grow older, but don’t grow older.
When I think of these books, I think of a time in my life when magic was a real as daylight… and when I think about that, it makes me happy. More than anything else, I believe this is important to remember as an adult. A person needs to be constantly vigilant in summoning (and creating!) memories that are prolific with the magic and euphoria you felt as a child, and I feel lucky to have something that I can hold onto in my heart that helps me do this.
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