Harry Potter is an ordinary boy who lives in a cupboard under the stairs at his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon’s house, which he thinks is normal for someone like him who’s parents have been killed in a ‘car crash’. He is bullied by them and his fat, spoilt cousin Dudley, and lives a very unremarkable life with only the odd hiccup (like his hair growing back overnight!) to cause him much to think about. That is until an owl turns up with a letter addressed to Harry and all hell breaks loose! He is literally rescued by a world where nothing is as it seems and magic lessons are the order of the day. Read and find out how Harry discovers his true heritage at Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft, the reason behind his parents mysterious death, who is out to kill him, and how he uncovers the most amazing secret of all time, the fabled Philosopher’s Stone! All this and muggles too. Now, what are they?
Well now. It only took me 19 (yes, nineteen!) years to get around to reading this book. Which will come as a surprise to many, as I’m not one averse to fantasy stories. Have to give a huge shout-out to fans among my friends who did NOT let on the spoilers for this book. I walked in a complete ignoramus, and was pleasantly surprised.
What happens when your relatives despise your very nature, and that of your parents? What happens when you’re famous, but you have no clue why, or how? What happens when one day you’re an ordinary boy (well, one can’t really call Harry Potter ordinary, considering the abuse he suffers at the hands of Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon…), and the next you discover that you have magic, and there’s a whole magical world out there you never knew about?
These questions – and many others – are answered in the pages of this book. I wouldn’t say that it’s an outstanding book that really appealed to me, BUT I can totally get why children read and love it. Definitely an excellent children’s book, one that captures the imagination and sets the world on fire… ooops, I didn’t say that, did I? At times reminiscent of Roald Dahl’s dry humour, and devilishly inventive, this was a lot of fun to read.
And yes. I will pick up the next book. In time.