Re-reading books I’ve enjoyed over the years, has been a habit instilled in me by my father. I’d rarely see him without a book in his hand and he’d always read a chapter or two before bed. Now seeing my daughter devour book after and go back to them in these two months of quarantine reminds me so much of him. Everything reminds me of him.
She’s gone through the entire box set of Harry Potter and has doubled back the second time.
I wish I could forget the books and feel the exhilaration of discovering them all over again. Making the little connections and marvelling at J.K Rowling genius. The constant question my LO has been asking me is, “But, how did she do it? How is she so awesome?” And I can only say, “I don’t know baby!”
I’ve cried with her over the loss of beloved characters, and agreed with her anger at Snape, only to console her when he died. This storm of emotions she’s going through now are an experience by themselves. There is no explaining, no confusion, no disappointment. Only awe. I want that again.
From weeping over Dumbledore, to crying for Tonks and her baby without a mother, the insight she has on the books couldn’t make me prouder.
She’s gone through the entire box set of Harry Potter and has doubled back the second time.
I wish I could forget the books and feel the exhilaration of discovering them all over again. Making the little connections and marvelling at J.K Rowling genius. The constant question my LO has been asking me is, “But, how did she do it? How is she so awesome?” And I can only say, “I don’t know baby!”
I’ve cried with her over the loss of beloved characters, and agreed with her anger at Snape, only to console her when he died. This storm of emotions she’s going through now are an experience by themselves. There is no explaining, no confusion, no disappointment. Only awe. I want that again.
From weeping over Dumbledore, to crying for Tonks and her baby without a mother, the insight she has on the books couldn’t make me prouder.
I received the box set as a 25th birthday gift from a dear friend and I’ve treasured them for the past decade. They came with me to the hospital when I went to deliver this child of mine and kept me company while I stayed up nights watching her, feeding her, and waiting for her to wake.
To now have her find joy in these 7 books like I did, is a joy in itself.
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