Fiction: “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone” by J.K. Rowling

How do I even attempt to talk about Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone? I mean, first of all, this is at least the fourth time I’ve read this title, possibly the fifth. And as if that weren’t enough, I would estimate that the majority of the modern world has at least seen the movie, if not read the book as well. Heck, even my mother got through this one before giving up (she’s not one to read about fantastical stuff).

So to me, it’s not even worth it at this point to talk about the plot — everyone knows about the plot. And it’s not worth it to talk about the characters — everyone knows the characters, too, and in some cases on the Internets, you can’t get them to shut up about the characters.

So I guess, let’s look at the book this way: through my memories of it.

My sister had read up through, Prisoner of Azkaban, I believe? when she made me sign a contract that I would at least read Sorcerer’s Stone before graduating high school. I was, well, in high school when the books started coming out and gaining in popularity, and I have to thank this series because it turned my sister into a reader. Not a reader like me, where I am an older version of Rory Gilmore, always carrying a book in my purse; but Missy tore through the Harry Potter books whenever a new one came out, and this was the first (and possibly only) time she forced me to read a book.

No, wait — she made me read Twilight, too. Thanks, Kid.

Anyway. I had postponed reading it — I was rereading the Sue Grafton series, or I was just being difficult, or whatever. But the fact remains that I kept putting it off. And before I knew it, I was coming back from Six Flags Massachusetts with the rest of my senior class, and this was the book in my backpack to read on the ride back. And my sister’s contract rang in the back of my head, and dudes, you don’t know my sister, okay, but she can be scary at times. And she was scary back when she was in eighth grade and I was graduating high school. So I figured, ‘hey, I had better read this quick before she pummels me.’

And I did. And it took me two days. And then, the epic sister vs. sister fight began.

“Snape’s a good guy.”

“No he isn’t, Alaina — he hates Harry!”

“If he truly hated Harry, he would have let Quirrell kill him in Quidditch.”

“He had a life debt with Harry’s father — oh, you don’t know what that means yet.”

“Okay, but still, he’s going to be a good guy, you just watch.”

“What do you know, Alaina.”


Okay, and to prove the above point about TV Tropes, TWENTY MINUTES LATER, let me CONTINUE to describe how I feel about Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. God. (seriously, here was my path: Home Page >> Love Tropes >> Belligerent Sexual Tension >> The Zeroeth Law of Trope Examples >> Out, Out Damned Spot >> A Tree Grows in Brooklyn >> Officer O’Hara >> Psych >> Lassiter’s Facebook Page AND THEN I WAS FREE)


I knew way back then that Snape was good. And Missy had two extra books on me at the time. This fight lasted approximately six years, because it didn’t end until we read Deathly Hallows. As I continue to reread the series (leading up to the last movie), I will describe more and more the fights my sister and I had on this subject.

An interesting thing to me as I read this book for the at least fourth time was seeing all the hints Ms. Rowling drops along the way of what will come. I mean, you don’t know when you first read it how the series will end, but now that you know the roles that everyone plays …

I have read this book four times (at least). This was the first time I got choked up when Dumbledore awarded Neville Longbottom those pivotal 10 points for standing up to his friends, thereby winning Gryffindor the House Cup. I mean … *sniff*

So. That was a ramble and a half. I apologize. But it’s hard to put into coherent thoughts your feelings about a book that everyone else has read. We’ll see how this reread goes.

Grade for Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone: 3.5 stars


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