I went to Macey’s Grocery Store the other day. Two of the employees were having a friendly debate about Dumbledore and Voldemort—oh, I mean You-Know-Who. I lingered in the aisle for a minute or two, listening to their discussion.
As I perused the brands of orange juice, I was reminded of the days when Harry Potter books entirely captivated the world, complete strangers in subways and parks began speaking to each other when each new book was released. People were engaged in conversations about where they were in the story. People were excitedly saying, “I haven’t read that part yet…don’t tell me!” and would eagerly recommence reading.
I can remember my brother and I sitting in our apartment back in our college days, each reading a different Harry Potter book. I recall when one of us would make a shocked or surprised noise that would commence in a flurry of discussion and excitement.
I was brought back to the juice aisle at Macey’s. I listened to the conversation for a moment or two longer before making my way to the register.
Harry Potter makes me smile.
Oh, and I did post over at 4p today.