First of all, big thanks to AJ for letting me litter his website with a blog.  My name is Sam, and I’m guest blogging.

I remember my first Harry Potter experience.  The thick book with a cartoonish cover was very popular among my pre-pubescent peers.  Therefore, I had no interest in the book.  “Another fad,” I said to myself, with my nose in the air and finger in a pudding cup.

Then I received Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone as a present.  I could either read the book or join the Tanner family in “Full House”.  Unfortunately, the Tanners had to wait because mom said summers are meant to be “productive”.

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone was a great book!  It pulled me from my familiar world of Narnia, into a world of lightening bolt scars and turbo broomsticks.  Plus, three headed dogs named Fluffy are way cooler than wardrobes filled with lions, witches, and Turkish Delight.

Sure Harry, Ron, and Hermoine were lovable and entertaining.  However, none of them stole my heart like Professor Dumbledore.

The knowledge… the power… the love for lemon drops…  Dumbledore was a senior citizen Superman whose job uniform was a nightgown.  Exactly how I pictured my magic-wielding Yoda.

With my nighty-wearing, snowy love interest’s dramatic death, in the sixth book, it’s no wonder why I refuse to read the seventh book – or why I refuse to watch the newest movie.  The series has become “One Tree Hill”, Hogwarts style.

Plus, everyone started dying book after book.  However, I guess reality isn’t doing much better…  The list of celebrity deaths is astounding!  Most recently added on was the fantastic Walter Cronkite and author, Frank McCourt.  If this isn’t the Grim Reaper’s cry for healthcare, I don’t know what is!  If these gold toilet possessing, Armani luxuriating celebrities can’t manage to stay alive, how does the government expect me to?

I guess my love affair with Ronald McDonald and Colonel Sanders had to come to an end at sometime.

So until I get Harry Potter’s healthcare, I’ll be taking shelter in my room.  You can dare to walk amongst the bacteria ridden air with cars zooming by and old ladies with canes, but I feel much better behind my fortress of pillows.  I guess I could take this opportunity to finish the Harry Potter series – or I could be “productive” and figure out how they get bubbles in bubble wrap.

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