There was a frantic excitement in the air when I awoke on July 21st, 2007. My mind could hardly be lulled back to sleep into speculation after speculation of how the last Harry Potter book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, was going to end once and for all. For years, my Harry Potter obsession had swelled to an enormous infatuation touching every corner of my life. I watched the movies religiously, I plastered my walls in Harry Potter posters, I scribbled Harry Potter fanfiction in a cheap notebook, I had read each of the Harry Potter books at least twice, and on top of everything I had read the first three books in French.
It is hard to believe that it has been ten years since that day.
I had seen on the news how people were so anxious to get their hands on a copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows that they cued for hours on end. Copies were flying off the shelves. Fun fact, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows holds the record for being the fastest selling book in history with 11 million copies in the first twenty-four hours. In my mind, I was smart. I had paid a whole five dollars (Canadian) to reserve my very own copy at Toys R Us. There was no need for me to spend hours waiting outside a bookstore. Though, honestly, if I would not have been a child, I probably would have done so.