It’s July 31st, and obviously, this is a very important day in the Potterverse.
It is Her Magicalness’s and the Boy-Who-Lived’s birthday!
As you already know, I love JK Rowling. If I ever meet her, and I pray every night that one day I do, I will probably become an incoherent mess. I can confidently say that I will probably start sobbing. I’m not sure whether the flood gates will open before, during or after meeting Ms. Rowling, but it is bound to happen. It would be embarrassing in the best way ever.
I admire J.K. Rowling so damn much. At the time that she was writing Harry Potter, Ms. Rowling was dependent on government assistance. She was also turned down by multiple publishers (I bet the thought of turning down Harry Potter gives them indigestion to this day). Nevertheless, she persevered and eventually succeeded in getting Harry Potter published (thank the Lord in heaven above). It’s that kind of unwavering persistence and hard work that is astounding. How many people are able to pull themselves up like that?!
On top of being a modern literary genius, J.K. Rowling is also a fantastic human being. She is very involved with multiple charities and each year gives away massive amounts of money.
Now, let’s talk about her books. Oh, the books. I’ve read many a book in my day, and there have been some epic stories in there, but none is in the treasured and beloved place that Harry Potter is in my heart. Part of it is the connection between the series and my childhood, and the other is that the books are just so amazing.
Seriously, the depth, imagination, scope and magic of the Harry Potter books is mind-boggling. Think about it…she’s insanely talented. J.K. Rowling created an entire world. She invented words (really clever words) that have made it into our every day vocabulary (don’t pretend like you haven’t called a wayward friend a “muggle”). Who was the last person who that invented words? William Shakespeare?!
I will be the first to admit, as an 11 year old child (and still) I was disappointed that my letter to Hogwarts didn’t arrive by owl. I was so sad. Harry Potter ruined my life, but in a good way. I still want to go to Hogwarts and make magic with my magic friends. Going to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter was the closest I got to going to Hogwarts. It was magical…sort of, I couldn’t get the wands to work. I went to Ollivanders and a little 10-or-so year old girl got picked to get chosen by a wand, I almost cried. I didn’t because I couldn’t bear my sister and best friend torturing me for the rest of my life, but I was thisclose. Also, the European tourists were going to look at me weird.
As I was telling a friend while watching the opening ceremony for the Olympics: I am beyond the fangirl point with J.K. Rowling. I don’t know what I am anymore.
Say it with me now:
Happy Birthday, J.K. Rowling! Thank you, for everything!
If you could say anything to J.K. Rowling, what would it be?