Alright! Alright!! I confess, when I first read Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone I wanted to be the young Potter. I never had a problem with age, so far I never wished I was older nor younger, but as I devoured the pages from that charming book I - a 13-years-old kid - wished I was 11, so I'd be up to receive the Hogwarts' [or any other wizardry school] letter. The thing is, Literature like every other art, when done decently, can not only transport you to wonderful places, but also can bring out from your guts wishes and desires you'd never show to anyone.Back at my 13's my parents were getting separated and although there was nothing traumatic [for me] in that experience, dreaming of a place that everything could be solved with magic wasn't very hard or not appealing.
If I had started reading the Harry Potter books today I mightn't be as impressed or excited but I don't like being that anachronic. Back then the "Sorcerer's Stone" fascinated me and made me so excited about that world that got me back the passion I had for Literature. J.K. Rowling's narrative is deffinitely not Woolf or Joyce but it's hooking and charming, and though it might not impress an experienced reader so much, it's a marvelous start and incentive for those who are beginning to enjoy the art of words.
The latter got everyone startled with the fact that Harry Potter would appear naked and simulating masturbation on the theatre. Those who weren't startled were obviously horny. That gives away the reason of that title... so, let's all give a hurray for Radcliffe and me for writting one of the most senseless posts ever!!
[Song: One Day - Björk]
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By your pic I thought you were going to announce that Daniel had joined a Village People tribute.
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