Nerve Endings Firing Away

I finally succumbed to the Potter mania. I vaguely remember having blogged about being the rapidly decreasing crowd who hadn’t delved into the world of wizards and witches. The overblown hype that made Rowling richer than the Queen in a way put me off and I maintained my distance from Harry’s magical world. I must have spent many evenings trying to convince MV that I had outgrown the neo-Enid Blyton.

But there certainly was something about the Potter boy that had reinvented the reading habit among the increasingly geeky Internet generation. I even remember some seemingly adults sneakily reading the books in cleverly disguised book covers on the local trains. Amidst all the hype, I tried to keep myself away from all the Potter-Putter mania, depending what side of the Greenwich you were on.

But I finally relented to MV’s insistence to give me an advance birthday present. I was objective and must admit that it was a quick and a pleasant read. Rowling is indeed a fine story teller and there is no way of telling that she started this saga on scraps of paper in a local café. She weaves an interesting tale around a world that she conjures up. There are traces of Enid Blyton but none of the misplaced sappy innocence.

I have heard that the stories get darker with each book and I am just past the first one. Of course, the fact that I had seen the movie before reading the book didn’t help in the replaying the book visually in my head. I am horribly outdated trying to review the Potter books and I do not even try. With all the free time that I seem to have on my hands right now, it is best spent reading books, be it the Potter series or World Mythology tales. More on that later.