Remember when you were a little sixth grader, just beginning to explore the dumb and typically overrated thing that is the opposite sex? Well, Hon, I’ve been doing this for years, and I’ve already mastered the game. (Don’t believe me, it isn’t true.)
Anyways, I was a snarky little barely 12 year old and saw that this boy was in a bunch of my classes—we’ll call him…Mr. Slow—was reading the Harry Potter books. Well, trying to.
He had been on the fifth book for weeks.
I went up to him in social studies class and said, “I bet I could finish the whole series before you do.”
And he, without any self-confidence whatsoever, said, “I bet you could.”
Now, remember: he had a five book advantage over me.
So I bop-bop-bopped along to the school library to check out Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s (Philosopher’s) Stone. Mmm, exciting.
They only had one copy, and that was covered in come weird yellow stain, but I checked it out anyway. Gross. I really should have checked out the Chamber of Secrets as well, because winter break was about to start, but I didn’t.
So that left me with the second half of winter break, stuck in my house because the roads were all blocked, with nothing to read after the first book.
The day we all got back from winter break, though, I immediately checked out the second book. Mr. Slow was still on the fifth, and over winter break he probably read about..I dunno…ten pages.
Reading the third book was pretty uneventful. I mean, you know you’re reading a hit series when each book gets better and better.
Looking for The Goblet of Fire was more of a challenge. It wasn’t in my school library, so I had to search it up and look for it in my district library. I read it, and it was easier to read because of the lightness in the beginning. I mean, yeah, the book got dark at the end, but it was overall, a pretty light-hearted book.
The Order of the Phoenix? Favorite book in the whole series. Loved it. Apparently Mr. Slow thought so too, as he spent about three months reading it. I was about halfway through when he started the sixth book.
Now, keep in mind that as I was reading these books, I was following them by watching the movies. So Mr. Slow had two advantages: he started five books ahead, and I stopped to watch the movies.
The Half-Blood Prince is hands-down the darkest book in the series. I really didn’t like it all that much, and I pushed through it. I was starting to get really anxious, as Mr. Slow started The Deathly Hallows pretty quickly, and I was thinking he was going to win.
The Deathly Hallows was the only book that we were reading at the same time. This was probably the craziest time of the competition. I just started, he was 100 pages in. He’s in the middle, I’m about 70 pages behind him. He’s going to win.
But then, he leaves his book at school over the weekend.
I stay up until 2 in the morning, I’m at the end.
It was March, and I went up to him and said, “I was right! I beat you! Yesssss!” and I ran through the halls shouting and screaming for the rest of the day.
Even when I finished, he was still halfway through, and I honestly doubt he finished the series anyway.
And it has been years.
I’m sorry, I’ve got to end it there. Thank you so much for reading, stay tuned for more tomorrow.