I got a little teary-eyed on Monday.
To be honest, I think the whole internet did.
If you type the hashtag #HarryPotter20 into twitter you will see thousands (probably hundreds of thousands) of tweets from people of all ages, races, and nationalities talking about the twentieth anniversary of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone.
Trying to define why Harry means so much to so many people… well it’s hard to do. I’ve already written about it here. If you follow our blog at all, you probably know that Harry Potter is beloved of both Katie and I.
For me, #HarryPotter20 means… comfort.
I think of my dad reading it aloud to us (we were never allowed to read ahead) over the years when I and my siblings were all children and living at home.
I remember walking through the mall before the 7th book was out and seeing the most elegant piece of advertising I’ve ever seen outside a bookshop. The sign simply read: Snape ?
I think of the night Dad spent three hours reading to us, finishing the last chapters of the 7th book as we laughed and cried and sighed because it was over. I remember him reading “19 years later” and all of us gasping.
The Harry Potter series will always be like a well-worn sweater, a mug of earl grey, or my mother’s voice –well-worn, well-loved, well-done.
All is well.