Hello, my name is Robert and I am a Potterholic.
It all started innocently enough when Emily & I decided to read the first Harry Potter book together a couple of weeks ago. What was the harm, I thought, not knowing the power with which I was trifling. We could read the first one, see if it lived up to the hype and rent the DVD. If we enjoyed it, we could read the series at our leisure, among other books over the next few years and watch the videos as we finished each episode.
Be forewarned.
The first book, The Philosopher's Stone, lures you in with an extremely innocuous opening, almost dull, with cartoonishly evil aunt, uncle & cousin treaing dullard Harry badly. Suddenly, it opens up into a secret new world that grabs you by the throat and won't let go. Don't think I am exaggerating. I choose my words very carefully.
By. The. Throat. And. Won't. Let. Go.
I remember how is used to be, before the dark time. We would casually, carelessly, read a book together at night and frankly, how much we read had as much to do with the Habs' schedule as anything else but this was different from the outset. Almost immediately, I found I couldn't allow mere teeth brushing or hair drying to interfere with my needs so firmly was Potter addiction established in my psyche. I started making dates with her to meet in her room at specific times to ensure we can work our way through enough of the story to sustain me for another day.
Last Monday, I did something I have never done before. Ever. I canceled a client meeting in order to go home and get my fix. I'm not proud of it but there it is and I would do it again.
The scary thing is, we're 200 pages into a 3,000 page story. I'm afraid to think how my life will be affected over the next 2,800 pages but don't be surprised if evening appointments become much, much harder to obtain for the next year or so.
Hello, my name is Robert and I am a Potterholic.
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