Yes, I am one of those people.
I am just a pair of Harry glasses and a Gryffindor scarf away from dressing up to attend movies.
I didn’t think I would ever be one of those people, but it happened anyway. Way back even before I knew Dave, I was out in San Francisco on vacation. My aunt and uncle have an entire wall of books in their house and they convinced me, despite my protests that I do not like magical, make believe, totally unrealistic books, to pick up Harry Potter and give it a read.
I protested that it wasn’t my thing. Just try it, they said. Harry Potter pushers, the two of them.
By the end of the vacation, I had blasted through books one and two. I could NOT put them down. The third I bought in the bookstore in the airport and had almost finished it by the time our plane landed in Detroit.
The fourth? My mom bought it for me for Christmas and I stayed up the entire night reading it. I may have also done that for books five, six, and seven as well.
Book seven, the last, was a special one because not only did Dave venture to the store to procure it for me at midnight because he is quite possibly the best husband in the world, but he also entertained Finnegan for the entire next day so that I could read it straight through.
This weekend, my sisters and I are going to the final movie. Yes, yes, I know how it ends. It doesn’t quell the excitement one bit.
It’s bittersweet though, this, the last movie. The last bit of Mr Potter left. The books are done and now, so are the movies.
So tell me, are you one of those people as well? Will you see the last movie this weekend?