Never Too Much- Part One

It seems to have become a sort of habit for me to title all my blog posts after a song, and this is no exception. Today I have decided to start a blog segment name after one of my very favorite Luther Vandross songs- Never Too Much. In my life I have acquired many things that I really just cannot get too much of. So I have decided to dedicate the next few posts to all the things I LOVE. So here is part one, more to come in the next few weeks.

#1- HARRY POTTER
All those who know me know that I have an undying love of Harry Potter. The books are my absolute favorite. I can read them over and over again, and I have in fact. I never tire of the stories. Harry Potter has been this immense part of my life since the first grade when my mom and I would take turns reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone out loud. Harry Potter is what made me love reading. It literally expanded my mind. I almost feel as if Harry Potter is in fact my childhood. The magic has become so real in my life, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I remember when the first movie came out, my mom checked me out of school early and I wore my quidditch shirt that I got at the Warner Brothers store which unfortunately no longer exists. Simultaneously, as the movies started to come out, new books we being made. I would anxiously await them, and would excitedly begin to read them the day they came out. And as the new movies came out, the same tradition ensued each year. My mom would check my out of school; sometimes I would wear my Hogwarts robes, other times I would wear Harry Potter shirts. As time moved forward I began to go to midnight showings- some with my family, some with my friends. I always felt so cool when I would read a Harry Potter book and Harry and I would be the same age- the same feeling would arise as the movies came out.
Then as I grew older, I grew to love it even more. I kept re-reading the books, and I met one of my best friends of all time, Kelsey Milligan, who loves Harry Potter even more so than myself! As the time came for the last movie to come out, I started to gain bittersweet melancholy feelings about it. Ever since that day my mom and I started to read that first book, I was hooked; now it felt as if everything were coming to an end. Just as Harry Potter was ending, so was my childhood. I was eighteen and about to live on my own, and this movie seemed like it marked the end of my childhood. The week before the movie came out, Kelsey and I became Harry Potter Hermits. We would lock ourselves in her basement and watch Harry Potter movies, and get so excited that we could hardly stand it. And since she is an amazing makeup artist she even painted a Dark Mark on my arm. When the time came for the night of the premiere, Kelsey, Jennie, Shandra, and I got together, and since we are such avid fans, we dressed up. Kelsey was a werewolf, Jennie was Bellatrix Lestrange, Shandra was Prof. McGonagall, and I was Tonks!

Needless to say we all balled through the movie, as so many of our favorite characters died, and we cheered when our favorite parts came. I squirmed in my seat when Neville Longbottom came on the screen, because he is my absolute favorite character! I am actually convinced that I will someday marry the man who played him, just kidding. But sometimes I like to think that I will! As the movie ended we all raised our wand up in the air, (yes, we have wands ahah) and recited, "mischief managed." Long after the movie ended we all simply sat there in our seats, paralyzed from awe and a bit of sadness. Even though it did seem somewhat like an end of an era, I know that as long as there are people who love it as much as I do, Harry Potter will always live on. I will read it to my children, and my grandchildren. I can only hope that they in return will keep the magic alive. Because through Harry Potter magic is possible.