I was 10 years old when I first read a Harry Potter book, ”Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone”. It was summer break and my teacher had given the class a homework over the summer; we should read 500 pages each. I did not like to read, and my parents always had to force me when I had a reading homework. We went to the library to lend a few books, when I saw a sparkly cover in the fantasy section. The book was heavy, but I loved the cover with a boy in front of a red train, with an owl on his shoulder. I had finished the book in a week. After that I read all the books too fast, and I was so sad when I had finished them all.
The books are not just about magic; they are about friendship, will and belief. That meant a lot to me, and being so young, I learned a lot from them. But a thing that meant even more was that it was the Harry Potter series who made me want to read, and not see it as a thing I just had to do.
The books are so good that I now and then re-read them; and the thing is that they are good every time, I never get tired of them! When I was younger I just thought it was a great story; the fantasy, the friendship, the plots, the spells. When I had finished the first book I searched for a perfect wand (a stick), and when I had found it, I ran around the house, shouting spells at everything. Now, when I read them again, I look at how the books are written (I know, I sound like a teacher), the language, and I just love them more. Also, I can still find things in the text that I have not discovered before.
My life would probably have been the same if I had not read the books, I would just have missed something great.