Before I could read, I would have my mom read me a book again and again until I memorized it, and then I would turn the pages and pretend to read. I finally learned to read when I was about four, and I was happy that I didn't have to rely on other people for stories any more. I moved to Minnesota the summer I turned seven, and for a while I didn't make any friends.
So, books became my friends. I could devour a chapter book in about a day by the time I was seven. I had heard about the Harry Potter books, because I was at the library at the time, but I didn't want to read them. I thought it was silly to do something that everyone else was doing (even then I wanted to be independent). My current obsession was Nancy Drew. I read all of those books, and I mean ALL of them.
Then, that Christmas (1999), my mom's friend sent me paperback copies of Sorcerer's Stone and Chamber of Secrets, because "that's what all the kids were reading". I was skeptical at first, and laid the books aside for about a week. As it happened, I ran out of Nancy Drews one day, and my dad wouldn't take me to the library.
Desperate for something to read, I reached for the abandoned Harry Potter books. I settled myself into my favorite spot on the couch, and opened Sorcerer's Stone. I was hooked from the first page, and I finished SS in record time, moving on to COS the very next day. I convinced my mother to buy me A hardcover copy of Prisoner of Azkaban, and I devoured that too.
So there you have it! That's my Harry Potter history, and I've been in love with Hp ever since. what's your story?