Scan barcode
A review by jessicabeckett
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone by J.K. Rowling
5.0
Blog | Twitter | Instagram | Full, revised review can be found here at my Blogspot location and will soon be posted to my Tumblr as well.
Let's rewind to my childhood. I'm at a school book fair, picking out various titles here and there that are expansions onto series I am familiar with (see: Captain Underpants, Junie B. Jones, Heartland and the Babysitters Club) and I see this little gem sitting on a display front and center.
I skim through the novel momentarily (afterall, I was only in grade three) and decide: huh. Wizards. WITCH CRAFT!! I'm totally in. And then I skip off to my librarian to pay for what I'd found.
That night, I remember picking up the book and admiring the cover. I thought it was very pretty and colorful and all throughout dinner and my homework time, I kept picking it up. Pick it up, skim through it, sigh, sit it down and wait until the hour before bedtime that I could start reading it.
(I think my mom wanted to throw it at me because I was paying more attention to it than I was to anything else in the house.)
When I started to read it that night, I fell so deeply in love with it -- even after only reading a small chunk of it -- that I couldn't stop talking about it. My friends at school, of course, were on the same kick as me and from that moment on I've never not loved Harry Potter or the wizarding world.
That was 15 years ago and I still have my first copy of this novel on my bookshelf. It's aging deeply, and the cover and spine are falling apart but I can't bring myself to get rid of it just yet. This story changed my life and has stuck with me ever since. It is and always will be one of my favorite series.
Let's rewind to my childhood. I'm at a school book fair, picking out various titles here and there that are expansions onto series I am familiar with (see: Captain Underpants, Junie B. Jones, Heartland and the Babysitters Club) and I see this little gem sitting on a display front and center.
I skim through the novel momentarily (afterall, I was only in grade three) and decide: huh. Wizards. WITCH CRAFT!! I'm totally in. And then I skip off to my librarian to pay for what I'd found.
That night, I remember picking up the book and admiring the cover. I thought it was very pretty and colorful and all throughout dinner and my homework time, I kept picking it up. Pick it up, skim through it, sigh, sit it down and wait until the hour before bedtime that I could start reading it.
(I think my mom wanted to throw it at me because I was paying more attention to it than I was to anything else in the house.)
When I started to read it that night, I fell so deeply in love with it -- even after only reading a small chunk of it -- that I couldn't stop talking about it. My friends at school, of course, were on the same kick as me and from that moment on I've never not loved Harry Potter or the wizarding world.
That was 15 years ago and I still have my first copy of this novel on my bookshelf. It's aging deeply, and the cover and spine are falling apart but I can't bring myself to get rid of it just yet. This story changed my life and has stuck with me ever since. It is and always will be one of my favorite series.