I went to a friend’s baby shower today, and she had requested that everyone get her books in lieu of cards. She had a recommended list on babylist.com of some really amazing titles (I bought her I Dissent, a book about Ruth Bader Ginsburg), and one of the books she received was an illustrated Harry Potter book.
My friend and I both grew up reading about Harry Potter – the first books came out when we were 11 years old, so we were both a part of the true Harry Potter generation. We are also both teachers, and when she opened the book, she commented on how many of her students are part of an “inbetween” time for Harry Potter – they are too young to have felt the hype, but too old that their parents weren’t really fans either. We talked about how our generation is going to be the first one to really share our love of the Harry Potter series with our own children, and how excited we are to do that.
At that point, when my friend was looking through the book, many of us started talking about what Harry Potter meant to us. It was a nice moment – sharing stories about how this magical story had touched us, or our kids, and how we continue to spread the Gospel of Rowling to all of our loved ones.
It made me happy to think about how all of us had some connection to Harry Potter, and how this little story that no one wanted to publish has made such a powerful impact on millions of people.