How is it that I’ve missed out on the greatest story ever told this side of the Bible?
How is it that I don’t know Harry Potter?
Part of the reason is that when my sister loaned me the first book in the series, I didn’t make it past the first 25 pages or so.
Because poor Harry was locked in a closet under the steps by mean relatives after his parents were killed. Or something.
That’s as far as I got before I was too sad to continue. Despite encouragement from friends and family to give it another shot – and that I’d be well-rewarded if I did – I never picked it up again.
I also never saw a single Potter movie.
So I missed the multi-bazillion dollar franchise that even newborn babies knew about because their mothers read them the books while they were pregnant.
I do know bits and pieces of the story because you can’t avoid hearing about it unless you’ve been in a coma for 15 years.
So here is the story of Harry Potter, as told by someone who doesn’t know Harry Potter.
Harry’s parents are killed by some mean guy. Voldemort? I think he’s the guy they call “He Who Shall Not Be Named.”
An owl visits Harry at the house of his mean relatives and tells him to go to a train station. If he blasts through a wall at just the right spot, he’ll be transported to Hogwarts, a school for wizards.
Harry is a wizard.
We know this because there’s a lightening bolt tattooed to his forehead. I think it makes him extra special, right?
Harry also wears big round Carol Channing glasses.
He meets a red-headed kid on the train on the way to Hogwarts.
They meet a chick, Hermaine.
Is Harry sweet on her? I do not know.
Everyone at the school wears black graduation gowns and carries wands.
They do wizardy things at the wizard school.
They fly. Do they fly? Yes, I think they fly.
They also morph into animals and other things when the situation warrants. Maybe? I do not know.
Some gigantic, hairy man tells Harry he can avenge his parents’ murder by … by…. I do not know. Killing Voldemort?
How does he do this?
All together now! I do not know!
I’m sure there was some other stuff in between all that. Five, six, seven books’ worth and maybe one million words? I missed a few.
And thus concludes my knowledge of Harry Potter. How’d I do?
Are you mortified I don’t know the story? Is my life incomplete? Do you want to nail me down to a chair and make me read it, at least until I know what a muggle is?
Are there any of you out there who are Harry Potter-ignorant like me?Stumble it!