I finally did it. I walked into the library and picked up the first Harry Potter book to read. I also picked up two other books. After becoming highly annoyed with Sleepers by Lorenzo Carcaterra, I began reading J.K. Rowling's first adventure with the young wizard with the bad-ass lightning-shaped scar.
I didn't like the book at first. I suspect it has more to do with Harry's aunt, uncle, and cousin: The Dursleys. They are assholes and I dislike their appearances in the movies as well. Once I got past the physically and emotionally abusive guardians of Harry Potter, I was able to enjoy the book. I had expected to be overwhelmed by odd names and odder actions but I was pleasantly surprised at the balance Rowling seems to have struck.
As usual, the book is far more detailed than the movie. It also saves me being required to look at the kids' faces. Guh. Anyway, I feel like I actually understand the game of Quidditch and the myriad of secondary characters. They can start to blend together in the films because of the time restraints.
I believe I'll be reading the rest of the series if I can get my hands on the remaining books.
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