Dreaming of Books

I’m a dreamer and most people already know that.

I dream of big ideas and small ones. I have dreams that shouldn’t be shared because of their pure absurdity and other dreams that should be shared. Lately, I have been dreaming of a library. Dream big, right? 

I’ve been dreaming of a library ever since going to the campus library. It’s boring and cold most days. If http://mirrorofjustice.blogs.com/.a/6a00d834515a9a69e2019affe1a57c970c-pionly I had a study like people do in movies – the ones with huge chairs, warm with plenty of candles, and rows and rows of books. Old books too. The kind you can smell the second you break open the cover, with a broken spine from being read so often. Classics and Moderns alike.

I want a big, full library someday.

Oh, to dream is a beautiful thing.

A Magical Feat

After five months of reading, I nearly conquered the world. I actually completed my quest of reading the entire Harry Potter series – but those two feats are basically the same thing to me.  I thought it was very fitting day to finish all seven books on a significant day in the wizarding world, and now my world. October 31 ironically is the same day James and Lily Potter, Harry’s parents, were murdered by You-Know-Who for all you Potter Fans.

Prior to June, I had never read a single book or seen any of the movies, but when you lived in the land of Harry Potter (the UK), it’s almost a necessity. I had seen all of these monumental buildings, signs, even headstones that meant next to nothing to me while I was there. Meanwhile, I had Potter Fans surrounding me almost in tears at how great the sights were. I felt compelled to at least know what I was missing! Sadly, I now know my ignorance.

I saw the building in which Hogwarts was inspired!

I looked at headstones of characters Rowling used for name ideas!

I sat in the cafe the books were written in!

If only I had know the real meanings and read the books earlier! I am proud to have read them now, and blessed by the story of Harry Potter.

Along the way, I have learned some things I’d like to share.

– I now believe in magic (or want to believe in magic). Embarrassingly enough, I’ll admit to having used numerous objects or food during these months as a wand. No shame…it could happen.

– J.K. Rowling’s writing is phenomenal. Even if the storyline would have been horrific, her writing is beyond wonderful. I can only strive to become near as good of a writer. She created an entire world. And I loved it.

– Unlike reading the Lord of the Rings trilogy, I pictured myself at Hogwarts. I was glad I had not watched the movies before reading them or my imagination would have been shot. I enjoyed imagining people a certain way, or the scenery in a specific place. It was detailed beautifully.

– Social media has a tendency to ruin endings. In these past months, it has taken all my might not to search funny memes or articles about the series. Several times I accidentally looked at pictures, not able to take in the full effect, and whew! I am thankful I didn’t cave.

– I hadn’t know prior to this, but I can be encouraged by fiction. Stories with underdogs conquering. Stories where the character you hated the entire time came through. Stories where you cry at the end feeling like a piece of your heart is left within the worn pages. I was encouraged reading books that are turning into history before my eyes.

Harry Potter will probably always stand high on my list of favorite books. I wish I would have read them earlier, but I think I was able to take in the fantastic writing and characters more now than I could have years ago. To those of you who have put off reading this series: don’t. Immerse yourself in another world, even if you can’t believe in the magic. And to those of you who have already read and loved them: I am with you.


A Fellow Member of Dumbledore’s Army