Dear
J.K Rowling,
I cannot deny what I am about to
say, and I know that you probably hear this a lot. Your books have been my
obsession for the past seven years of my life and continue to be to this day.
The world of Hogwarts has been my escape for so long. I finally feel like the
time has come for me to let you know of my unrequited love towards your
characters and the world you created seventeen years ago.
Although your books were published a
long time before I actually started to devour them, I still feel like a part of
the original ‘Harry Potter family’. I didn’t receive my own first copy till
many years later. However, I do remember my first ‘Harry Potter experience’
quite vividly. I borrowed it from my best friend’s brother, who was a complete
Harry Potter fanatic; he even had a snitch painted on his wall; I was so
jealous. My so called ‘best friend’ was extremely anti-books, I however was
extremely not. Poor little 10-year old Lily found herself with no one to talk
to about this new magical place she had discovered. This lead my first read
through to be unfortunately uneventful.
I intensely tore through your books,
so, naturally, when I reached the end I was utterly distraught. Harry Ron and
Hermione (but especially Harry) had become my absolute idols. When the books
ended it was like my three best friends had all simultaneously moved far away.
“There is NO life without Harry Potter” my past self originally thought. I
don’t think I even picked up another book for at least another week after I had
finished them. But then, not long after this reading spree, like all the other
‘cool kids’ in my year at school, I gave in to peer pressure and discovered
cringy, girly teen fiction such as Jacqueline Wilson among many others. I fell
head over heels down the rabbit hole into another world full of fall outs,
breakups and makeups where every day was like a soap opera and everything was
forgotten about, until the bomb that was secondary school blew up beneath my
feet.
Now, dear J.K, I will not waste your
time with my pretty average sob story of a ginger nerdy teen who gets picked on
by her peers for having the wrong hair colour and liking the wrong things, an
unfortunate example being your books. I was then forced to repress my ultimate
desire to read just so I could fit in. But I shan’t bore you with that now,
that is a whole other tale for another letter. I will, however, move on to my
second read through of your series. It came around quite unexpectedly, yet,
unlike the first time, it definitely was eventful; I met my best friend through
your books.
It was late 2011, I had moved
schools to somewhere more excepting of my reading habits thank goodness, and I
had completely run out of books to read (since this occasion, I should mention
that I always now have a surplus of books on my shelves) so I decided to go through
some of my old favourites, Harry Potter
being my obvious first choice. On the top of the pile was my very own set of
your books that I had received at Christmas the year before and immediately
discarded because I was too ‘cool’ for those childish stories. So, I picked
them up, and once again, began to read.
I was immediately reminded of Harry
and his whimsical world that had entranced me a few years previously. Despite
me being a little older, it was certainly no less wonderful. However, as I progressed through the series,
something seemed different this time. Or rather someone, in this case. As I
described earlier, Harry was my absolute idol throughout
read-through-number-one. Yet after reading all that ooey gooey teen trash,
Harry seemed somewhat arrogant and much darker than I so fondly remembered him.
Especially after reading the last book, I actually grew to really dislike the
character. He seemed to ignore his best friends as he was too engrossed in his
own importance. It was clear that he was trying to play the hero by saving his
friends thus sacrificing himself. This however made me think the exact
opposite; he was not allowing his friends to help him on his seemingly
impossible mission, even though they were more than willing to assist. In
hindsight, I can see that this is the beauty of his character. It shows us that
not even heroes are faultless and that everyone has their imperfections. Yet
back then, I homed in on his flaws and never took his strengths into
consideration. I won’t lie to you dear J.K, I was furious with you. In my eyes,
you had ruined mine and Harry’s friendship, despite nothing actually changing.
I intended to keep my Harry Potter readings
quiet, just in case it sounded childish and a little strange to some. Yet, one
day, I needed to vent my fury of this character my brain had been tricked into
loving and oh boy did I vent. This poor girl who I barely even knew just stared
into space as we walked and I ranted until I had finished and she laughed at
me. Turns out she felt the same way too and we spent the rest of the hour just
talking and ranting to our hearts content. This was the beginning of a long and
happy friendship.
This day lead to many more happy
readings, each from which I took new things and learnt more and more about
Harry’s world. The characters were no longer characters; they were my brothers,
sisters, aunties and uncles. To say I was obsessed was an understatement. Lupin
taught me that being different isn’t such a bad thing at all; Hermione taught
me that reading can literally save your life and of course, the Weasleys taught
me that it was actually pretty cool to be ginger.
I feel that this book has influenced my life to an extent that no other book,
or series of books, can match. No matter how clichéd or popular it is. Harry
Potter taught me the rules of life: how to act, how not to act, how to be the
hero and how to not to be the loser. Although your books may have been closed
long ago and cinemas across the world have emptied of your people, your
stories, I feel, will live on forever. I have followed Harry and his stories for a
long time now, and I will continue to do so, right “until the very end.”
Signing off till next time,
Nin :-) x