lynzee . 28. canadian. lesbian. wife. hufflepuff . hair stylist
my blog has no theme, but I do tend to post a lot of naked fat girls, Harry Lloyd, Sharon Needles, Hunger Games, Avengers, Batman, and William Beckett.
I'm a legit nerd girl who reads comics and plays video games because I enjoy them, not because I think boys will think I'm cute. I drink more coffee and Diet Coke than is considered healthy by any doctor's standards, and if I could live on frozen mini pizzas, I'd be stoked. I married my awesome fucking wife on June 5th, 2011, and it totally changed my life for the better. Harry Potter is the reason I breathe, The Hunger Games sets my limbs in motion and The Academy Is... saved my life. I love Glee even though I complain about it, Team Starkid makes me smile in a way that nothing else can, and I read until my eyes hurt. I love The Sims, Food Network, my smartphone, reruns of Will and Grace, Starbucks, Katy Perry, meatloaf and Adam Lambert.
currently reading: Insurgent - Veronica Roth
she said, “I think I’ve finished.” and I lost my shit.
Harry Potter and the Philiosopher’s Stone
JK Rowling
RELEASED June 30th, 1997
Sometimes, I think that there aren’t words for how I feel about Harry Potter.
I went to visit my family in Quebec, and my little cousin was reading this new series about an orphaned boy wizard, who after years of torment, was swept away to a world where he was not only loved, but seen as a hero. I had heard about it, and I really didn’t think I’d have any interest.
I could not have been more wrong.
For some reason, my cousin had a copy in in English, as well as her already well thumbed French copy. She told me to take the English version home, and give it a shot. The day we left, I agreed that I’d try to read it, just to please her. Normally someone who gets carsick if I read in a moving vehicle, I decided to just read the first chapter to see what it was all about, and next thing I knew, I was back in Ontario and I had hit the back cover. From the moment I read, the first line, I was hooked. I couldn’t stop, and I made my dad drive me to the mall before we got home, and I picked up the newly released Chamber of Secrets.
One chapter, that’s all it took. I felt like I would follow whatever path JK Rowling took me on, and I would do so happily without complaint. I would trust every decision she made, no matter how sad it made me, and I would allow her to build this world, these people, my friends when I didn’t have any in real life.
Harry, Ron and Hermione have been there for me. They were there when I was sad, or when I was happy. When I needed a distraction, or a hero, or a reason to wake up, even if it was only to read. I spent many sleepless nights with them, many tears were shed, many smiles spread across my face. While reading Order of the Pheonix, when Harry loses Sirius, I cried so hard that my mom asked if I would be okay. Of course I would be, but a little piece of me died when Sirius did.
Now that the last chapter has closed, the last of the film credits have rolled, I’m back in that place. I’m back on my couch, crying over a fictional character, for friends that aren’t real, for places I’ll never be able to visit outside of my imagination. Of course I’ll be alright, but a part of me has been left behind.
If I ever have the chance to speak personally to JK Rowling, I don’t know how I could possibly begin to thank her. She helped to form me in such a pivotal way, there aren’t words for that. She helped an entire generation start to read again, she saved lives. She made Hogwarts real when we needed it to be.
It may just be words on a page to some, and it may seem silly to others, but to us, to the Harry Potter generation, it’s more. It’s more than any of us can say, it’s magic.
