Harry Potter is a huge part of my childhood.
Growing up, my dad started reading the books to me when I was quite little. When the first book was published, I was around six or seven years old. By the time the book series ended, I was still listening to Dad read Harry Potter to me, even though I could’ve read them on my own.
I also listened to Harry Potter voraciously on my own, using the Jim Dale audiobooks to listen to them on my own. I would often draw scenes from the books, or in later years, be knitting.
I had the first five books on cassette tape, and the last two on CD. #throwbacktohe90s. Now, I’ll be listening to those same books on Audible.
As an adult, I want to return to the world of Harry Potter. The magic, the mystery, and the adventure (as well as the Quidditch) keeps me wanting to return. I remember being obsessed with wizarding world, and still am, Muggle that I am.
I miss re-reading the series, and will soon be returning to Platform 9 and 3/4.
I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good,