What with school and life, our poor book club has been shoved to the back of the closet. But every once in a while I'll take it out, dust it off, and look at it with remembrance of days gone by.
Although the HBP Society is not officially meeting, we girls have together been enjoying reading through J.K. Rowling's modern sensation:
Harry Potter.
In my experience, Harry Potter often gets brushed off as "not that great", "okay", or even "not that original." I know because for years I was one of those people. My Mom had read
The Sorcerer's Stone when it first came out many years ago, and Elizabeth read it sometime after that. They both agreed "There's nothing wrong with it, it's okay." Then earlier this year Rachel expressed an interest in reading Harry Potter. And before I knew it, I was bringing the next book home from the library every week or two, (and they were getting bigger!) we were watching the movies, discussing plot lines, laughing at the jokes, reading the books finally, and just falling in love with Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, and you can't help but love those Weasley Twins! And I asked myself: "Why did it take me so long to read these books?" At least I don't have to wait for the next book to be written like the early Harry fans.
For Rachel's birthday present we added the entire series to our library. Rach just finished book seven last night, Elizabeth just started book four, and I'm holding off on starting book three until I finish a book series about Merlin the Magician by Mary Stewart. Yes, there is a theme here.
Happy Reading (or watching.)