this time last year i was sucked back in to the world of harry potter like the first time i read them years ago.
my last mission companion introduced me to the series and i mistakenly thought the story was a little beneath me. back at byu my persistent cousin handed me the first two books and sent me on my way. i quickly returned for the third and forth and so it went.
my re-reading came at a vital time when i needed a distraction. i was sick night and day. after each book i’d watch the corresponding movie. in a way harry potter’s fictional world helped keep me going. although, i could have done without hogwart’s great hall with its magically appearing feasts described in great detail. all the food consumption was a little hard to stomach when you are not able to stomach much more than gatorade and toast.
the previous two junes i have been pregnant. i try not to dwell on it, but this june, i am. it is something that is always there, in the back of my mind.
it’s probably time for another distraction. or maybe i just need to curse harry.
last summer, after i finished all the books and all the movies, and after we lost another heartbeat, we went to see the final installment. with rachel’s purse bulging with contraband movie treats and one extremely large fountain coke we settled in. after the movie rachel and i agreed upon a new kind of exasperated slogan. shaking our fist at the sky and in our
best worst british accent we cried, ‘arry potter! maybe you had to be there.
as another empty july approaches i am anxious. so for what it’s worth, this is me, shaking my fist at july and declaring ‘arry potter!