The blogosphere is full of Harry Potter madness. It seems that everyone is reading the newest book in the series…and I don’t get it. It’s not the only thing I don’t get. But it’s the newest thing. I just can’t get that excited about this book. I can’t understand hitting the SuperCenter at midnight to get one of the first copies of the book sold. I don’t understand how someone could be so enthralled by the book as to spend eleven hours reading it. And I really don’t get why someone would spend her vacation, once again, reading the book. But I guess I don’t have to get it…because there are a lot of things that I do that others don’t get, and I am just fine with that.
My mom is a big fan of Harry Potter. My dad bought her a copy of the new book on Saturday…and she finished it in a few days. It was a race between her and her friend Deb to see who could finish it first. I haven’t yet heard who won. When any Harry Potter movie comes on, my mom will watch it. It might be the whole movie or just a spot in the middle or the fifteen minutes at the end. If it’s on, and she finds it, she’s watching it. And I don’t get it.
Some other things that I don’t get…sushi (I tried to like it, but I don’t), coffee (I wish that I liked it because a caramel machiatto sounds good), crocheting (give me needles instead of hooks anyday), and the Boston Red Sox (Yankee fan here…enough said). But I guess that’s what makes this a great place…you are free to love Harry Potter, while I watch the movie Dave for the 27th time on Cinemax. You can eat your sushi, while I opt for tempura. You can drink your coffee, while I drink my Chai. You can crochet while I do the knit-and-purl thing. And you can root for the Boston Red Sox, while…well, even I wouldn’t go that far.