Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J.K. Rowling

My review

rating: 5 of 5 stars
It's strange for me to look back and remember that I first read this book over seven years ago, and at the time I was sure I wouldn't like it. At 15, I was convinced I was too old for this kind of thing. Seven years, seven books, five films, multiple websites, and one convention later, I am happy to say that I don't think I'll ever be too old for Harry Potter.



A couple of years ago, I decided I would re-read the series once every year, but that has become a hard thing to stick to. I usually read the series at least twice a year - once in summer and once in winter - and will find myself returning to any one of the books at certain times just to get my fix. There's something so comfortable and familiar now about Harry, Hermione, Ron, Hedwig, Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape, the Marauders, the Order of the Phoenix, the Death Eaters - even Voldemort himself. Reacquainting myself with them every few months is like sinking in a warm bath. I know how it will go, how it will end, who lives, and who dies, but I can't help loving the journey every time.


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A prelude to nerdosity.

As you may have noticed, from both my relentlessly pink layout and the white letters emblazoned over the top of it, I am a girl. An even closer reading will reveal that I am also a geek. There is certainly no shortage of my kind on the internet, but nevertheless I felt inspired to make a blog based purely around the fact that I am socially awkward and like spaceships and unicorns. I choose not to adopt the kind of dry, factual tone that dominates many blogs - I'm young, vivacious, and far too lazy to cultivate such an air of professionalism. Instead I'll just yammer on in the manner I'm used to. So, you know. Be ready for that.