Dear Harry Potter,
The way you make me feel cannot be compared to anything else in the world. When I pick you up, when I find escape in your lovely pages; there is nothing else like that.
Harry Potter, there is no other book like you- and I can assure you that I have looked. There have been others whom I have loved, others who have seemed interesting and beautiful and intelligent as you are; but ultimately, it has never worked out. You are the one I can always come back to, the one who fills my heart with joy, the one who makes me want to put on Hogwarts robes, buy a broomstick and scream from the rooftop that “I LOVE HARRY POTTER”. I can assure you that no one else could ever do that.
Unfortunately, it seems that not everyone feels the same way I feel. Some say that you are “too weird”, that you are “boring” and “too young.” Dearest, I can assure you that this makes me angry; especially when people prefer that disgusting brute they call Twilight to you. I must admit that I read Twilight, and found it slightly hard to put down, but in the end, Twilight was just a slimeball, a poor imitation of you, corrupting the minds of its readers instead of making them want to read and learn more as you have done.
I must admit, I did not always feel this way. We met when I was just six years old, and of course I did not understand you, did not learn all your secrets. We became closer over the years, and I grew to discover that there will never be another you. Although there are many imitations- people trying to copy your setting, your characters- they will never come close.
Harry Potter, I love you.
Sincerely,
AnneOnnimous
The way you make me feel cannot be compared to anything else in the world. When I pick you up, when I find escape in your lovely pages; there is nothing else like that.
Harry Potter, there is no other book like you- and I can assure you that I have looked. There have been others whom I have loved, others who have seemed interesting and beautiful and intelligent as you are; but ultimately, it has never worked out. You are the one I can always come back to, the one who fills my heart with joy, the one who makes me want to put on Hogwarts robes, buy a broomstick and scream from the rooftop that “I LOVE HARRY POTTER”. I can assure you that no one else could ever do that.
Unfortunately, it seems that not everyone feels the same way I feel. Some say that you are “too weird”, that you are “boring” and “too young.” Dearest, I can assure you that this makes me angry; especially when people prefer that disgusting brute they call Twilight to you. I must admit that I read Twilight, and found it slightly hard to put down, but in the end, Twilight was just a slimeball, a poor imitation of you, corrupting the minds of its readers instead of making them want to read and learn more as you have done.
I must admit, I did not always feel this way. We met when I was just six years old, and of course I did not understand you, did not learn all your secrets. We became closer over the years, and I grew to discover that there will never be another you. Although there are many imitations- people trying to copy your setting, your characters- they will never come close.
Harry Potter, I love you.
Sincerely,
AnneOnnimous
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