Ok, So I'm a Little Slow

As mentioned in a previous post about Twilight, I am a person who does not like to do something when it is the big trend. As a result, I never read Harry Potter. When conversations about the book would arise, I would proudly announce that I had not read one single word and therefore could not contribute to the silly conversation about wizards and magic. I thought it was ridiculous that these adults were so enthralled in a children's fantasy book. It was especially annoying when I was friendless for a couple weeks the summer that book 7 came out. I desperately tried to persuade my friends to stop reading for a little bit to go throw the frisbee, but it was to no avail. Irritated by their behavior, I sometimes said something like "Do you know who Voldemort kills at the end of the book?" "Don't you dare say anything!" was usually the reaction, and then they would run from the room with fingers in their ears, book under their arm. I thought it was entertaining and couldn't believe how serious these people were about some dumb book. Some tried to convince me to read them. They promised me I would like them, that I would get hooked on them, but I never budged.

Until now.

It began with my sister. She made me watch some of the movies over Christmas break. And while I thought they were alright, I didn't think it was anything to skip frisbee over. I then found myself at home with nothing much to do (that is another story). I thought about reading Harry Potter, but decided to read Lance Armstrong's autobiography instead (again, another topic for another day). Well, I finished that, and was traveling to Seattle for a wedding. I thought I would take the 1st book of Harry Potter to read on the plane ride. I had nothing else to do for 3 hours. Why not? It was an easy read and kept me entertained well enough. The next week I was driving down to Arizona for yet another wedding, so I figured since the first book was entertaining, I might as well get the 2nd and 3rd book on CD for the long drive.

It was then that it started. I found myself shushing my mother, if she began talking, turning up the volume, and skipping it back a track. Then when we got home, I quickly got the next book from the library. In the 4th book I started having dreams about being in the great hall with the magical ceiling. Soon came nightmares about being with Harry, trying to escape you-know-who. I thought about the characters constantly, as if they were real, wanting to visit Fred and George's joke shop or go see a quidditch match. I made it a rule that I was not to read that day until I read my scriptures first, otherwise I could not guarantee it would get done. And when I was in book 5, I almost prayed for Harry. Yup, that's right - prayed for him. So yes, I would say that I might be a little hooked.

I am now in book 6. And if any of you say ANYTHING about what happens, whether it be true or not, you will regret it. I mean it! Not one word.