When I first tried to read the Philosophers Stone it bored me. It took three years to get past the 1st chapter. When I finally did I wondered how I could have misjudged a book so drastically. I have adored the series ever since and I’m glad I gave it that last chance.
[[ I think less of people who read the books and didn’t like them at all.]]
[[I don’t like to read. Harry Potter is the only book series I’ve ever completed.]]
[[Sometimes I think that it’s a good thing that the films didn’t follow the stories exactly. When I read the books I can still imagine some scenes how I like, without the influence of the films.]]
[[I’ve read all the books at least a dozen times each and every time I see new details and fall in love all over again. But I know that it’ll never be as good as the excitement of reading the books first time round.]]
[[It bugs me when people criticize the storyline and the way it and the characters were written. Jo’s writing is what we all fell in love with the way she wrote it. Headcannons are fine but don’t hate the story we all love.]]
I pictured the books so vividly in my head that I have trouble distinguishing between what happens in the books and what happens in the movies. Like I was talking to a friend who only watched the movies and I mentioned Peeves’ song at the end of Deathly Hallows and she had no clue what I was talking about.
And while I love the movies, it’s moments like that when I remember just how much they missed: The little things that made me fall in love with the series.
Infinite love to JK Rowling.
Draco Malfoy is one of my favorite characters. I really wish that we knew more about him. Like what his home life was like and how his parents became death eaters. Those would be amazing books.