All the bookstagram accounts are filled with the new Harry Potter book. The much anticipated eighth Harry Potter story, where we find out what happened when Harry and his friends left Hogwarts and therefore us readers to go on and live their well deserved sorcerer’s lives.
No offence to those lovely bookstagrammers, but this eighth book has only been published for the sake of those tiny paper thingies they call money, right?
I promised myself I wasn’t going to succumb, but frankly, I am very pleased I did by accident.
When standing in front of the huge bookcase at the local bookstore I let my eyes rest on the fire coloured book. Just a fraction of a second, and I was sold. I felt the same sparks I felt when I was sixteen. When the world was not what I expected or hoped it to be and Hogwarts was the only place in the world I wanted to live. I was curious how my old friends were doing, and was all of a sudden longing to that world in which I lived several times during my adolescence.
The sales person at the local bookstore looked at me with eyes that spoke a demeaning ‘really’ without words. I swear her one eyebrow was almost raised to her hairline. But I stood my ground and handed her the book, and while I did I felt those sparks again and couldn’t help but smile and think ‘don’t let the muggles get you down’.
Xo Kristin Rose