Yesterday marked 20 years since the publication of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone by JK Rowling and almost 20 years since I started reading these books. I remember the moment my Dad picked up books one and two and insisted that Sister and I try reading something different. I remember him then reading the books to us every night and how both Sister and I had to finish them faster than bedtime stories would allow.
Over a year ago I bought tickets for Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Parts 1 and 2. It wasn’t a pain free or cheap process but it was Harry Potter and I was excited. Then, as time went on, I forgot it was happening for about a year. But time passes and last Sunday Sister and I headed to the Palace Theatre and revisited our childhood.
I am going to be keeping the secrets. I took the badge after all. But I will be mentioning the plot in the loosest terms and have to talk a little about the production itself because that made the whole experience truly magical.
I had a post scheduled for today. A normal post where I write about things that have happened (I did go on an epic run last night and do want to write about it) but today has turned into a mentally exhausting day for a number of factors. 1) my computer screen hurts my eyes and as it gets so dark here so quickly I don’t even have natural light to keep my company. 2) Harry Potter and the Cursed Child tickets went on sale and trying to get my hands on a pair almost killed my mind.
I love my book events and I love my Harry Potter. When the two of them come together in this beautiful marriage of things I love I feel as if there may be an omnipotent presence and they like book events. Or there may just be loads of people who love the same things I do and made this happen. Who knows what the truth is? Last night was the first ever Harry Potter Book Night and Waterstones Piccadilly was throwing a party.
Technically National Handwriting Day was earlier this week and technically the day doesn’t stretch to today. But that’s just technically.
I get so much pleasure from using a pen and paper – especially when the pen leaks ink and needs a constant supply of ink cartridges. Give me a fountain pen and I can write myself as ruler of the world.
And of course the quote has to be from Harry Potter. There are so many excellent one liners in those stories. I have to admit I enjoyed just writing so much that I may have filled the page with my scribbles. It was all kinds of fun and reminded me that a keyboard isn’t everything.