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by Kevin Limiti
This is a question that is plaguing critics and authors alike. Why Harry? Why now?
It is impossible to say why J. K. Rowling, at all the times in her life, managed to meet an agent who was willing to take a risk on her. It is impossible to say how an unknown writer managed to publish a series of novels as a first time author in a world that was mostly hostile to first time authors. Was it pure luck? Divine intervention?
Whatever it was, Harry Potter soon became a best seller, helped along by Scholastic and the media. I first received Harry Potter when I was very young, at least 10 or 11. I devoured the book. I was hostile to Harry because he was popular, and it was easy to see why. I was the most unpopular kid at my school, a weirdo who liked the strange things and read strange books. I fell in love with the boy who lived. He was me. I was Harry Potter. That’s what I thought.
And that’s what millions of other kids my age thought as well. Even when we grew up, Harry Potter was still there. I couldn’t imagine a time when I wasn’t getting a new book, or looking forward to a new book.
We were the Harry Potter generation–coming from broken homes and broken bones– we bravely faced the world’s harshness, stood up to death with our burdened principles. For all those who have remained with the Harry Potter series for all this time, there is no better time to be a fan.
That’s because all those who bet on the outcome of the books this time around lost their money, and deservedly so. Well, most people. I was committed to a mental hospital around the time the fifth harry potter movie rolled into town. I begged my parents for a copy of the seventh book, because I felt like I already knew what was going to happen. I needed to read it but they told me it was out yet. The date of this incident? 7.7.07
Once I finally got a copy of the book, I knew immediately from the opening chapter that it was going to be very difficult to read this book. Difficult, because my own life was reflected in those pages. I saw myself in Harry Potter, and I remembered all the hardships, and being kicked in the head so many times that you’ve gotten a headache. So I read the book slowly, taking in every little detail, and reflecting on how every little portion of that tale could have been my life.
And I was proven right, and it brought to mind the old cries in the 60's of Frodo Lives. I think it’s time that we set up our own cry. Shout it in the stupid face of anyone who tried to make money off Potter. Harry Potter is alive and well, and living within each and every one of our hearts. I am proud to be a fan of Harry Potter. I am a proud fan of J.K. Rowling’s writing.
Insert amusing anecdote here.