Happy birthday to Harry Potter and his creator, J.K. Rowling, who have entered the lives of many through ink and paper, and changed them as well.
I hopped onto the Hogwarts Express pretty late: I started reading the books a few years after Deathly Hallows had been released, and a bit before DH part 2 was being released in theaters. I did not grow up with this series. I did not have the pleasure of buying the books right when they came out. I didn’t go to midnight movie premiers. I didn’t see any of the movies when they came out in theaters. Those who were able to experience that… well, it just makes the series even more special to them, in their own, personal way.
Despite having not gone through the series at a more personal level, like growing up with it, I still love it. I do believe that Harry Potter has changed my life. Without it, I wouldn’t be writing this post at this second, because I wouldn’t own a blog. Harry Potter opened me up to reading a lot more (though I’ve always liked to read—never to this extent), and I don’t think I would have read books that I’ve read if not for this series.
I liked to read, sure, but the majority of the books I read, pre-Harry Potter, were realistic fiction. Harry Potter opened the doors for me to so many other fantasy books! Percy Jackson, Inkheart, the Dead Is series. I don’t know whether these books would have appealed to me before HP (I tried reading PJO maybe a year before HP and wasn’t into it), but I was definitely more open and willing to try out other fantasy books.
I’m really grateful to have read Harry Potter. I’m grateful that it exists. I’m grateful that it’s available to me so I can read it whenever I want.
J.K. Rowling has touched the lives of so many people with this brilliant series, and we will never forget.
Happy birthday, Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling.