Why I Read “Harry Potter”
It has now been 13 years since I first cracked open a Harry Potter book and was welcomed into J.K. Rowling’s magical world. I have now read each of the books more times than I can count. I used to have a tally in a notebook in my younger days, but after reaching 20 rereads, keeping track didn’t much matter to me any more. Between my first read through as a nine-year-old to my current rereading in my final year of college, I have begun to realize that there are a number of conditions and circumstances that push me into these repetitions of my favorite book series. Here are some of the reasons why my copies of the Harry Potter books are looking worn and well loved.
I read Harry Potter when I’m feeling nostalgic.
I read Harry Potter when I’m in the mood for a laugh.
… or a good cry.
I read Harry Potter when I’m homesick.
I read Harry Potter when I’m stressed out.
I read Harry Potter when I’m relaxed.
I read Harry Potter when I feel lonely.
I read Harry Potter when I lose sight of who I want to be.
I read Harry Potter to show myself that being unpopular doesn’t mean you aren’t loved.
I read Harry Potter when I need to gain perspective on loss or disappointment.
I read Harry Potter when I need reassurance that those who love us will never truly leave us.
I read Harry Potter as proof to myself that being different is okay.
I read Harry Potter because it’s the best kind of medicine I know of. The familiarity brings me comfort, and the story gives me hope, strength, and motivation to overcome whatever is going on in my present and anything that may come in my future. Have there been times in your life that you find yourself turning toward the familiar pages of Harry Potter books? Let us know in the comments.