I forgot how much I loved Harry Potter until reading this again. I can’t believe I forgot. It’s kind of funny actually, because I’ve been thinking lately about how the books really worth reading are gritty. What is the point unless something happens, unless theres change and resistance to it, unanswerable questions, inner turmoil. Impact. Unless people choose wrong and suffer for it. For these are as much apart of life as joy, euphoria, self-discover, love, fulfilment and the rest of the desirables. The negatives magnify the positives. The negatives shape us, force us to grow, adapt, learn, live. What sort of story do you have left if you skip all of that? (twilight? ahem..) And here I was forgetting that Harry Potter was not a simple, root for the good guys kind of story, just because it’s so popular. Geeeeeeeeeze. Now I remember it made me feel deep things.