Wednesday night I found I had an uncontrollable urge to read Harry Potter. Since then I have read the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th books (the library was missing the 1st) and I'm half way through my next one. The last time I had an uncontrollable urge like this to read Harry Potter was when the last book came out in 2007: the summer before 8th grade. I wanted to read Harry Potter because I wanted to be just swept up in a plot. So now I'm reading Harry Potter.
I started thinking about Harry Potter because for debate my partner and I are writing a Harry Potter/ JK Rowling case. The more I thought about it the more I really really wanted to read it.
The only way I can explain my need to read Harry Potter is this:
All of last year, I read (mostly) really incredible literature in my spare time. Literature that was beautiful and heartbreaking and thought-provoking. I had this luxury because I didn't have a lot of school reading. I mean, we read some incredible novels in my English class, but I would usually finish them in under a week or so (remember that time I read The Sound and the Fury twice and still finished ahead of time?), and once I was finished with school reading, I had lots of free time to read other great literature. But these days, I'm getting assigned impossibly large amounts of really interesting reading. And I need an escape. I'd rather read then watch T.V. Hence, Harry Potter.
And I'm not ashamed to say I'm loving it.
(Okay, maybe I am a little ashamed. But I'm just going to say I'm loving it despite the writing.)