My post today is a salute to inspiration. I’ve been reading the Harry Potter books since shortly after the first book released in 1997. I wouldn’t write if I wasn’t passionate about fiction. I wouldn’t write fantasy if it wasn’t for the world of Harry Potter. I’ve been quite emotional this whole week, which some people think is ridiculous. But really, thinking of the end of this era makes me cry a little (even now). The story itself is a battle of good vs. evil, but Harry has his triumphs and his downfalls, his successes and his failures. All of the layering factors and characters make this series, and the movies, a phenomenon I’ll never forget.
It’s not just the story who inspired me. The author inspired, as well. JK Rowling proved each initial rejection can just be one more tally closer to yes. And that brilliance may never get a chance to shine without perseverance.
I’m not much of a fan of trends. But I’ve decided the world of books is an exception. I’m so glad I picked up Harry Potter. I’m so glad I read the series as each book was released. It made the world a little brighter and life a little easier. There’s a generation out there who is thankful for Harry Potter. A generation inspired by the concept of a wizard at magic school, but more importantly a generation who fell in love with the characters of Harry, Ron and Hermione (And Neville. He’s my favorite).
Harry Potter proved one woman can write a story of magic and make the rest of us believe. I felt compelled to write this post because Harry Potter did a lot for me. This was the first series that proved when reality sucks, there’s always fantasy, and there’s nothing more brilliant than that.