There's nothing worse than being sick. Actually there is. It's being awake and sick at the ungodly hour of 3:05 am instead of watching HP7.5 with the rest of the world.
While I have been sitting here on my couch I have been reliving some of my favorite Harry Potter moments and memories. There is nothing more powerful than the memories and feelings I have simply from holding these books. The magic I experience is being able to have an imagination still as a newly made adult. I pick up these books now and can still feel the joy I had reading them. I can see where I was when I got each one. The first four were my gift from the Easter bunny about nine years ago. I locked myself away in my bedroom until I had read each of them. I remember reading them as a family out loud and going off to play witches with my sisters. I desperately hoped and prayed that on my eleventh birthday I would be receiving a letter from Hogwart's, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. To my dismay that day never came. Yet, J.K. Rowling still managed to make my childhood magical. I will forever be grateful to Ms. Rowling for her writing. I have always been the girl with her head in a book. I have always used books as a way to escape. This series was my other home for a long time, and while I know there are many out there that know more about the Harry Potter world than I ever could, I do know that these books changed my life. Just like with the final book there is a big part of me that doesn't want to watch this last movie because once I do I will have finally accepted that this is the end. I'm not sure I am ready for the end.