My story is relatively straightforward.
When I was 11, I was desperate for well-written, engaging and challenging books to read; unfortunately, at the time, most books with those specifications were for adults and it bothered my dad to see me reading "grown-up" books. (Note that my mum never cared - it's obvious in our house who actually read my report cards.)
"You're too young to understand those!" He'd snap when he caught me reading something like The Hobbit at age 7 or Ender's Game at age 9. Then he'd shove a random, dumbed-down fairytale into my hand. I'd smile brightly at him and take it, because, as one of my favourite characters in a book once said, I've found that if you act like a moron, adults tend to leave you alone. It's when they think you might be as smart as they are that they give you a hard time.
Every Saturday, I'd bolt for Barnes and Noble to feed my starving imagination. Yet almost every Saturday, it was the same: nothing exciting in the kids' section and I couldn't reach the higher shelves in the adults'. I'd have to settle for old favourites.
Then one day, I saw a poster as soon as I walked in the door, advertising Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. I noticed it was in the children's area and I was intending to forego it due to that, but a friend cajoled me into reading it; claiming it was right up my alley. So I did.
Lo and behold, I loved it. I was captivated from page one. The author had a dry sense of humour that I could relate to perfectly. The world was so well-developed and interesting. I buried my nose in the fresh and thought-provoking plot and didn't come up for air 'til I was done. Best yet, it was a series!
I'd found what I'd been looking for - I boarded the Harry Potter Express in 1997 and haven't got off yet.
Last edited by Megaera Selwyn
on Mon Aug 18, 2008 8:48 am, edited 1 time in total.
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"School, nuthouse, whatâ€™s the difference when you get right down to it? Dumb rules and bad food in both places.â€ ~ Marco, Animorphs