On this day in 1980, the boy who lived, the chosen one, the Quidditch and Goblet of Fire champion, the destroyer of the Dark Lord, Harry Potter, was born. He shares a birthday (although not birth year) with his creator, the magnificent muggle storyteller J.K. Rowling. On this day every year, I like to give my own private thanks to Rowling and the extraordinary thing she has done for me, and for all her readers - she has given us THE literary classic of our time. We all waited patiently at our local bookstores, just before the midnight book release, year after year, in anticipation of what was to come for Harry. Not once did I expect to fall so hard for this series, or the characters within. I celebrated Harry's accomplishments, and my heart broke with his during his most trying hours. There is nothing that pulls at the heartstrings more than an orphan's story, and this young hero earned his place in both the magical and muggle worlds. I can't thank Rowling enough, and my only wish is to one day have the opportunity to thank her in person...through a shower of overwhelmed tears.
From the bottom of my heart, and the depths of my bookworm soul, I thank you Jo.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
-M.
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| The magnificent genius. |
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| This young, almost helpless image is what is in my head when I think of Harry. |
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| I await a patron (protector) |
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| Happy Birthday, you two! |
