Every year I re-read the entire Harry Potter series. I tend to do it during times of stress or personal upheaval. You see, Harry Potter is like my comfort blanket. When I’m sad or mad, it never fails to comfort me. When I’m wound up, it soothes me.
I don’t limit my Harry Potter drugs to the books, I also watch the films, participate in pottermore.com (Go Ravenclaw! Well I was Ravenclaw on one account and Hufflepuff in another, which is fine because I like what both houses represent) or troll for Harry Potter memes on tumblr. We’ve all got our addictions, and I think it’s OK that this is one of mine.
I’ve got my room all set up for my Harry Potter week, I’ve got the books stacked on my bed side table, I’ve got my Harry Potter stationary out (I don’t even know where I got these! But I love them, so if you want some snail mail drop me a line!) to whisk off some letters to my friends, the complete film box set, my laptop and my various Harry Potter drinks. Though I’ll admit, I’m drinking my butterbeer martini now. It’s after 12PM. It’s ok.
Expect some random posts, they’ll be my musings on the series. Every time I reread the books I pick up on some detail or magical cultural quirk I didn’t understand or get as a child.
I’ve got to know though, does anyone have some sort of bookish addiction? Something they re-read all the time?
BTW: This isn’t the first time I’ve written about my burning love for Harry Potter. Check out how far my obsession goes below.