Yesterday my friend Jenn and her baby Warren, along with Henry and I, subverted the authority of the Coliseum theater by bringing our babies to a regular showing of the new Harry Potter movie. Ever since the summer started, they’ve been playing crap movies at stars and strollers, probably because it’s only $8.99 for stars and stroller movies and it’s $10.99 for regular movies, so might as well play the crappy stuff for moms. Anyways, the movie was awesome. I spent a lot of time worrying about what others were thinking about the two babies talking during the movie (honestly though, the boys were super well behaved.) but when I let myself get taken in by the movie, I really got into it. I even got a little teary eyed. I’d love to see it again. Hopefully it will come to stars and strollers next week (although I doubt it) and I’ll be able to focus on the movie.
After seeing the movie yesterday, I started thinking about my decade long love affair with the Harry Potter series. I’ll always remember, in 2001, I went to the movies and saw a preview for the first movie. It looked interesting and I kept thinking “How do I know what this is?” and then it dawned on me that this was the series that my little sister Nina was reading for school. So that night I got home and borrowed the first book and pretty much read it overnight. I then borrowed the 2nd and 3rd and read them in a weekend. I wanted to borrow the 4th book but she was in the middle of reading that one so I went and bought it myself. By the time the 1st movie actually came out in theaters, I was one of the first in line, dragging my friend Marc to go see it. I remember sitting in almost the front row, neck awkwardly arched back to watch the screen and just being blown away by the movie. I kept telling myself stuff like “OMG! that’s Snape!” and “That’s totally how I imagined Quidditch!”. I ended up seeing the movie 4 times in theater and bought the movie the second it came out on DVD.
At the time, only 4 books had been released so I was one of those people who would order the books for same day delivery when they were finally released. The second the UPS guy would deliver them, I’d tear open the box and plop myself down on a sofa and just read until I was done. Not only was I just craving the books, I didn’t want anyone to ruin them for me.
I’ve enjoyed the movies as well. Some more than others. What I’ve really liked is seeing how those young actors kind of came into their own acting wise. That last movie had a lot of complex emotions that they had to portray. A far cry from the first movie when they had to do quick cuts with the child actors since they’d lose their focus so quickly.
The Harry Potter series also made me develop an appreciation for Young Adult novels. Sometimes far better than regular fiction. Without the Harry Potter series, I would probably not have read many of the books I now treasure such as the Brisingr series by Christopher Paolini, the Gemma Doyle series by Libba Bray, the Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare, His Dark Material by Phillip Pullman, The Artemis Fowl series by Eoin Colfer, the Percy Jackson series by Rick Riordan or the Hunger Games series by Suzanne Collins. Most importantly, I don’t think I would have read the Lord of the Rings trilogy had it not been for Harry Potter (I also credit my criminology 301 class that I was trying to avoid studying for when I first cracked open the LOTR series).
I can’t wait to start reading them to Henry. I really hope he enjoys them. By his cooing and chatter at the movies yesterday, I would assume that yes, he’ll be a big fan.