Growing up, much of my family would consider me an avid
reader. I would sit at a library for
hours on end, reading a book I had found mere moments after entering, and even
continuing to read throughout the night once I arrived home. If I had found a good book sleep was not a
necessity that was processed into my schedule, to my mother’s dismay. I was not always like this, however, as I
originally viewed such a task as tedious a chore as homework. This was until I found a book that engulfed
my attention, and showed me how novels could open doors to your imagination.
In second grade, I had slight emotional troubles due to my
undergoing in a change of school districts.
When I shut myself off from my family, I found that I had nothing to do.
This, as can be expected, led to an extraordinary amount of boredom, an amount
that did not go unnoticed. When prompted
to try reading, I was more than reluctant, although eventually began with the
second book in the Harry Potter series: Harry
Potter and The Chamber of Secrets. After only a few pages, I was hooked. As each page came and went I found myself
diving deeper and deeper into the story, growing increasingly attached to the
characters, and like a book on anti-gravity, I just couldn’t find myself able
to put it down. Some of my fondest memories include running outside with my
cousin, of whom was the brother I had never had, and grabbing sticks to sling
the spells we had taken time to memorize and go off on adventures to the
wizarding world in our imaginations.
This is all true, but my love of reading is not the only
thing that I obtained from this tale. Throughout the book, the students of
Hogwarts, the only place that Harry considered sanctuary from the Dursleys,
turned on him because they believed that he was Slytherin’s heir. This was mere
speculation due to Harry’s ability to speak Parseltongue, and throughout the
book the reader knows this to be nothing more than a falsity, and as the consequences
become dreadfully worse one cannot help but feel bad for our protagonist. This
shows to those of a young age how rumors can lead to more harm than they were
meant to and are rarely true, a lesson that I personally believe is of extreme
importance.
One could always find how the most righteous of intentions
can lead to disastrous consequences, especially when looking at Dobby’s actions
throughout this novel. I, for one, could
always find myself relating to the bumbling fool, and was personally ecstatic
due to what he accomplished on page three hundred and thirty eight of the 1999
hard cover printing. Other than that, Dobby was kind of a dolt throughout the
book, and the Harry had to deal with the consequences of Dobby’s actions to the
point where his life and ability to go to Hogwarts had been put at risk. At the
end of the book, Dobby even states that Harry didn’t need his protection.
Throughout the book you are forced to learn that not
everything is what it seems. The author leaves hints and clues, along with
betrayal making this lesson very prominent throughout the entirety of this book
by using characters, such as Tom Riddle and Lockhart, objects, such as his
diary, and even the safety of certain characters. And although this is true, I
did learn one final lesson from this book. Although some things are not what they
seem, others are. Seriously though, you quickly realize that the Malfoy family
is filled to the brim with jerks as you progress through this story.
In conclusion, if I had not found this book I do not believe
that I would have grown as accustomed to reading, or living, as I have over the
years. J.K. Rowling made a book whose
complexity could keep your attention, all the while keeping a simple enough
selection of vocabulary as to where children could understand it. This blend of wordsmithing was something that
I had an extremely difficult time finding a competitor for, and was definitely
a worthwhile read that I would recommend to anyone.
1 comment:
Hey Kynan,
Believe it or not, I've never seen a full Harry Potter movie, nor read a Harry Potter book. While enchanted by the convivial dining hall, waving wands, and brutal quittich matches, I've never harbors an inkling of tenacity to read it. Your post has instilled in me a vigor to do so. It is on my list now!
Very good job writing, not much more to say than that. You use very accessible vernacular interlaced with words I can use context to understand (which I like), which is refreshing among an array of quite formal, nearly scientific thesis tier language present in works I sometimes find myself reading. Your work is, in essence, a breath of fresh air.
You kind of mention how empathetic capacity is increased by reading. Reading books deeply enriches all corners of the mind and I can kind of inference that from your post. Your stories of books aiding the child's imagination while playing outside really strikes up some nostalgia for me, thanks for that.
To finish, I like these kind of blogs that aren't necessarily scholarly, but just are about sharing experiences with great books and how they've bettered peoples' lives. I'm glad to see this is the ceasefire you too. Like I said, I enjoyed your writing, in turn I think I'll enjoy J.K. Rowling's quintessential works. Good job man, can't wait to catch up. I hope you enjoyed your summer.
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