I admit it. At 12:01 a.m. on Saturday, July 21st, I was at my nearest Barnes & Noble picking up the last Harry Potter book. Like so many other things this summer, it marked the end of my childhood.
As I had done with books 4, 5, 6, and 7, I read Deathly Hollows in one day; I was done by 7 p.m., to be exact. Even though I was anxious to get to the end, I also paid attention to more detail within J.K. Rowling’s masterpiece, as if I subconsciously knew this was a turning point in my life. Since 6th grade (I am entering my senior year of college this fall), the books have entertained me on summer trips down to Florida, inspired me to write “owls” to my best friends during class, and given me and my friends an excuse to act slightly childish, as we host Harry Potter-themed parties.
It may (or may not) be a coincidence that my college’s colors are maroon and gold (like Gryffindor) and the mascot is the Phoenix. Sometimes, I just don’t want to grow up. At least I have two more movies to look forward to!