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No matter what’s going on in the wide world or the tangled web of my own thoughts, I can always find comfort in the Harry Potter series.
Maybe it’s a yearning for days’ past. I remember reading Sorcerer’s Stone while pregnant with my daughter; a little over a decade later, she’d read all seven books on her own. For my son’s 5th grade Meet the Teacher night, we were treated to a room decorated so lavishly in Harry Potter themes that it felt like we’d stepped straight into Hogwarts.
I’ve rewatched the movies countless times, especially Deathly Hallows Part 1 (my forever favorite). However, I didn’t actually reread the series until 2018. By then it seemed as if I were reading it for the first time. So many details stood out to me: the surly dwarves grimly delivering Valentine’s in Chamber of Secrets; the hilarious Sir Cadogan bravely (and clumsily) defending the Gryffindor Common Room in Prisoner of Azkaban, the moving backstory and gratifying redemption arc of Kreacher the house-elf.
I used to feel embarrassed about posting my Harry Potter rereads on Goodreads. There are so many books out there, and yet every other year I devote a few months to completing the series again. I can’t help it though; it’s such a comfort to me. And these days, more than ever, we have to take what comfort we can.
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