Harry Potter and the 20th Anniversary

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I can’t NOT write a Harry Potter post for today. Today is too important. Harry Potter and the Philospher’s stone was published June 26th, 1997–but it wasn’t until September 1st, 1998 that it came to the US.

Which is super important for me–because that was the year that I fell in love with reading.

When I was younger–I hated reading. There I said it. I loathed it really. Books were boring. They smelled funny. Video games were way cooler.

But on my 11th birthday I got something very special. In a way, it was my letter to Hogwarts. My grandmother gave me the first Harry Potter book, which had been getting rave reviews on all her day time talk shows.

This is a book she will enjoy.” she thought.

I said thank you. I put the book aside. And I went about my life…

Harry_Potter_and_the_Sorcerer's_Stone…for a few days, before my grandmother pestered me about how I was liking the book. To make her happy I cracked it open and took a look.

But then I couldn’t put it down.

I mean I really couldn’t put it down.

It actually took me a month to get through it. I was a very slow reader (one of many reasons I didn’t enjoy reading) but for the first time ever I was reading everyday.

Harry was turning eleven? Oh my gosh, I had just turned eleven! He sicced a snake on his cousin? I sicced a spider on my sister! He was special and no one knew it? It was like we were twins.

And then Joanne took me down Diagon Alley (which I took far longer than I care to admit to realize it’s Diagonally) and I fell head over heels for the wizarding world. I loved the magic, I loved their books, I loved the idea of a uniform to mark what house you were in because it reminded me of my sports uniforms.

9781781100486_p0_v1_s1200x630And when Hagrid visited that infamous vault, I was so intrigued I finished a book all on my own.

I didn’t put it down in math class when Harry was sorted. I completely forgot to eat lunch when Harry and Ron rescued Hermione from the troll. I laughed out loud in Reading and Language when Peeves-did anything really. I loved Peeves so much.

And when Harry and company tried to figure out each professor’s trial to save the stone–I tried to figure it out with them.

I was involved in that book like I’d never been involved in literature before.

It’s because of Harry Potter that I am a reader, but it’s because of Joanne Kathleen Rowling that I am a writer.

By J. M. Tuckerman

J.M.Tuckerman is a neurodivergent writer with a big education. She holds an MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults, an MA in Writing, and a BA in Writing Arts (specializing in Creative Writing, New Media Writing, and Publication; concentrating in New Media Production), which she somehow managed to earn despite her three very loud and large dogs. Jessica was lucky enough to intern at Quirk Books and Picador, USA while earning her masterโ€™s degrees. Her service dog, Ringo, is very proud of all that she has accomplished and hopes to be on a back cover of a published book with her very soon. An avid reader, writer, and lover of young adult and middle-grade literature, Jessicaโ€™s bookshelf is overflowing with hardbacks, paperbacks, and a million half-filled notebooks. She is a proud fur-mommy to two lab/st-bernard littermates, a retriever-mix service dog, and one orange little hobgoblin cat, all of whom have made very audible appearances on the Booked All Night podcast.

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