Tehshigelisok
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- Dec 10, 2014
In a way, I'm actually a bit disappointed in how I ruined the HP series for myself.
Basically, what happened is... when they first came out, I was at a stage where I was trying to grasp onto certain pop culture things to try and fit in. I begged mom to buy me Sorceror's Stone. She balked at first, because she believed the urban legends of boys harming themselves by trying to become wizards. I told her it was mostly bunk, but she refused to budge for a long time.
Finally, I ended up with her buying me the first four books. I remember reading through all four in mere days. But over time, I realized that surprisingly, no one else in my small circle of friends was really into them. I was a really miserable sheltered assburger in high school, and so it just kind of gutted me that here I was, latching onto this Big Thing in an attempt to "fit in", and it wasn't working. So I lost interest before book 5, and never cracked the first four again.
And now, when I look back at the franchise, I remember bits and pieces here and there (oddly, not so much the plots themselves, but the characters, the setting, etc.). So by that token, I can see them as books well deserving of their fame, since they created a world and characters that were instantly memorable. But all of that just gets overshadowed by me also seeing 14-year-old sadsack me, trying and failing to latch onto a piece of pop culture in an ultimately failed attempt to fit into the world.
Basically, what happened is... when they first came out, I was at a stage where I was trying to grasp onto certain pop culture things to try and fit in. I begged mom to buy me Sorceror's Stone. She balked at first, because she believed the urban legends of boys harming themselves by trying to become wizards. I told her it was mostly bunk, but she refused to budge for a long time.
Finally, I ended up with her buying me the first four books. I remember reading through all four in mere days. But over time, I realized that surprisingly, no one else in my small circle of friends was really into them. I was a really miserable sheltered assburger in high school, and so it just kind of gutted me that here I was, latching onto this Big Thing in an attempt to "fit in", and it wasn't working. So I lost interest before book 5, and never cracked the first four again.
And now, when I look back at the franchise, I remember bits and pieces here and there (oddly, not so much the plots themselves, but the characters, the setting, etc.). So by that token, I can see them as books well deserving of their fame, since they created a world and characters that were instantly memorable. But all of that just gets overshadowed by me also seeing 14-year-old sadsack me, trying and failing to latch onto a piece of pop culture in an ultimately failed attempt to fit into the world.