Fading Magic
When I was younger, Harry
Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone was the first lengthy novel I read. Until that
point in my life I had only read short stories or didn’t read at all because
nothing interested me enough. I
instantly became hooked on the series and have been ever since. The main draw
for me at that time was being able to identify with the characters, mostly
because of their close proximity to my own age. I could relate to the
characters in so many ways, from Hermione’s studious nature to Ron’s sibling battles,
I would even compare myself in simpler ways like the mere rugged hair with
glasses appearance of Harry. As I read through the books I identified with each
character in different ways which brought me into the story and made me feel
like I was a part of that magical world. Being so young when I started reading
the series I always held out hope that someday an owl would bring me a letter
that would let me experience the world that I had been enthralled in over these
books.
Unfortunately,
that letter never came. I still read the books quite often, but after the first
time through they have lost a bit of their magic. At this point in my life I
find it harder and harder to identify with Harry, Ron and Hermione, especially
in the first two books. I think the main
reason for this disconnect is simply the place I am at in my life right now. When
I began reading the series I was starting my schooling experience along with
Harry at Hogwarts. Now, I am about to be finished with school and start my
career, but Harry’s adventures are always going to be within the walls of
Hogwarts.
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