Harry Potter in a Teacup is a new weekly feature at Words in a Teacup where Isa will re-read her most cherished books and share her thoughts and favourite bits with you. For a detailed schedule, please follow the spiders
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‘Bless my soul,’ whispered the old barman. ‘Harry Potter … what an honour.’
Hello and welcome to our kick-off to Harry Potter in a Teacup! Lovely to see you here! (I hope, anyway, if you haven’t all run away yet because this dead horse has been beaten enough times already…)
Today marks Harry’s
44th birthday, 33 years oops I mean 34th, sorry Harry for making you ten years older, my bad, I’m a terrible fan… 23 years after he finally got his Hogwarts letter and was introduced to the wizarding world. Although I did promise favourite bits, unpopular opinions and discussion, I’m going to start off our new feature with a simple topic:
My first introduction to Harry Potter
I’m actually still quite nostalgic for my first forays into the world of Harry Potter. I first opened my German edition of Philosopher’s Stone on my eleventh birthday, which is something that still makes me smile to this day. It makes it very special for me because Harry found out about being a wizard on his eleventh birthday. I may not have got a letter from Hogwarts (not at that time, anyhow) but I think entering Harry’s world for the first time counts too.
I got my first Potter book from an aunt and uncle of mine who knew that I liked to
devour read books and they went to the trouble of asking at a bookshop about recommendations and got me the first book. I was… not pleased, actually. At least not for the first ten minutes. A book about magic? Uhm. Bit strange. Especially since I had grown up with girl books along the lines of Enid Blyton and Else Ury. There was no magic in those. And even worse, a book about a boy? Ehhhh.
But honestly, I can still remember the moment I opened up that book for the first time, only minutes after I had unwrapped it. Aside from all the adults in my family who were there that day, I also had a cousin over and we sat down and read the first couple of pages together and needless to say, I was hooked. I can still recall the way the room looked with a dinner nook in one corner that had a big yellow tablecloth on it and there was a large old radio in another, the door to the kitchen was open and people were milling about everywhere while I’m already lost in the book — even years after we renovated and that room no longer exists in that way I still like to think back to that day.
Harry Potter means a lot to me. It not only gave me a fantastic group of friends (Ren included), but also many cherished memories. I struggle with remembering a lot of small details about the past and sometimes that bothers me. Over the years we renovated a lot in our home and rooms were reassigned once more space was free, but I can still recall snuggling into our ugly brown sofa and cozying up with my Harry Potter books. I hate that I can’t remember my grandma’s face without trying really hard, but you know what? I can still remember reading Half-Blood Prince in her living room while she was puttering around in the kitchen.
If it hadn’t been for that particular gift on my eleventh birthday I would’ve missed out on a very magical reading experience and I am ever so glad about it. ♥
Sooooo… When did you first get into HP and why? Tell me in the comments!