The End of an Era

From the time I was very little until almost the time I left for college, my mom read to my sisters and me. Our favorite bedtime ritual was congregating in one of our rooms, and then braiding each others hair and painting our toenails while Mom read. We went through all kinds of books.

Then one day, about thirteen years ago, my mom mentioned that she had ordered a new book for us to read. It was called “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.” She had read the title as a recommended book out of another book, and although she hadn’t ever heard anything about it, she thought it sounded fun and decided it would be our next nightly reader.

As soon as I heard the title, I remember envisioning a Merlin-type wizard…old, bearded, performing weird spells. Honestly, it sounded a bit boring.

And then….it came. We started it. We flew through it. Mom’s toenails were painted and repainted every night just so she would read another chapter to us. We fell in love with Harry.

A few months after we finished the first book, it suddenly was everywhere. The copies that we had purchased as Christmas gifts for our extended family were now useless, as they each had their own copies. But we loved that we had already read it when the whole country was suddenly buzzing about Harry Potter.

Over the years, we attended midnight book releases. We painted scars on our foreheads (Philip is mortified by the extent of my nerdiness), we made t-shirts, and of course we were first in line at the midnight showing when the first movie was released. It became a wonderful part of our lives and was such a fun way in which we spent time as a family.

Last night, I attended the midnight showing of the final movie. It was a little sad to walk into the theater, knowing this was the last Harry Potter midnight showing I would ever go to. I got a little teary at the end thinking about how it was now over…the series that was my childhood is now officially over. These characters that the world has fallen in love with, who have taught millions of children to love reading, who have sparked imaginations more than imaginable…it’s all done.

So I guess all I can say is, thank you, Harry. And thank you, J.K. Rowling. It’s been an amazing ride.



  1. Lindsay says:

    I can totally relate Merrick! My sister and I have been reading (and re-reading) the books since they first came out as well! My first date with Kyle was seeing the midnight showing of the 6th movie. We just re-read the series last year before 7th movie part 1 came out. I hope part 2 is amazing. One of these days we will go out and see it…depending on baby's schedule.

    You're awesome!

  2. Carole says:

    Aren't we all lucky that this delightful series came out during your childhood! I hope something just as wonderful appears in about 12 years for your children. Think of all the lovely toenails you'll get out of it 🙂

  3. Janssen says:

    We bought our tickets to go tonight! I can't WAIT.

  4. Meredith says:

    oh my gosh. yes. so sad/awesome. i even made my baby be harry for his first Halloween (at 3mognhts old). we love the boy who lived so much over here!

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