Am I becoming a potterhead? (Not to be confused with a pothead- I'm not smoking the weed, folks)
Let's start from the beginning. Adam loves Harry Potter books. I look over and he's smiling like a little boy as he reads about Harry and his adventures at Hogwarts. I took great pleasure in teasing Adam about Harry Potter. I've seen the movies with Adam and I enjoyed them but I never read the books. Adam would insist, tell me that I'd love Harry Potter if I'd just give him a chance. I never did. On Thursday night, I finished my fiction book and didn't feel like transferring to my non-fiction book so I went downstairs and searched the bookshelves for a new book to embark upon. Even an old one would do.... something I haven't read six times already...okay, fine. I'll get the first Harry Potter book and read it until I fall asleep.
Three hours later, I finally had to will myself to shut the book and turn out my lamp. Adam slept peacefully beside me, satisfied, somehow knowing that he had converted me into a Potterhead. Over the past five days, I finished the first two Harry Potter books and am into the third Harry Potter book- the Prisoner of Azkaban. They're fantastic- such fun reads but also with good life lessons, I think. Lessons about the choices we make and loyalty and integrity. But also I laugh out loud when I read them sometimes because those Weasley boys are stinkin' funny.
So I think I'm a Potterhead. I'm joining the ranks of my husband, best pal Mary Lou, and billions of twelve year olds.
I only wish that I could read at work...