It was my 10th birthday. No kidding.
Lots of friends and – of course – lots of presents. Amongst them, at least a couple were books.
There was one – hardcover, with the peculiar picture of a boy playing a curious game of chess – that got my attention. It was the one that my friend gave to me saying: “They say it’s not that good, but maybe you’ll like it.”
Famous last words. That book was ‘Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone’, written by our beloved J.K. Rowling.
You know me now – and I wasn’t that different when I was 10 -: there’s no way I’ll stop in front of a book just because ‘they’ say it’s not that good. What does it even mean ‘that’ good? And who are ‘they’, by the way?
Long story short, that book almost cost me a couple of dinners. Not because I got in trouble, but because I refused to give up my reading just to feed myself.
What a useless habit to feed your body, when you can feed your mind so wonderfully! But then, you know, the stomach begins to rumble and you need to calm it down with some pasta, a steak and a good portion of potatoes. Or peas, depends on the occasion.
More than 10 years later, I still can’t help being charmed by the amazing story and beautiful insights that this little boy could give.
Harry Potter is a special boy, trapped in a world of mean and pointless people. His life is a nightmare.
His uncle Vernon and his aunt Petunia hate him because of what he represents: a different kind of people, the abnormal. The unknown.
Until, one day, Harry Potter receives a letter and his whole world changes: he’s not a freak, as everyone always wanted him to think. He’s a wizard – and a pretty famous one, too.
Furthermore, he’s been granted a place in one of the best schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the world: Hogwarts.
No matter how loud uncle Vernon can shout that “There’s no such thing as magic”. There it’s coming, the owl carrying the wax-sealed letter.
And that’s the first great lesson that little Potter gives us to learn: no matter how hard the ‘normal’ people around you try to keep on their ‘normal’ – and quite plain – world, at some point there’s going to be a big half giant knocking down your door and telling you it’s time to go.
Look at that. I didn’t think I could have so much to write about just the first book…I really thought I could squeeze all the seven books in here.
Well. Apparently not. Guess you’ll have to wait for the rest of it.
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