Yes, I’m 41 and a huge Harry Potter fan. If anyone is wondering, here is why. When I was 13 I was a massive bellend trying to better myself by reading Kafka and Dostoyevsky and lots of other things that were far too grown up for me. One day my younger sister told me she’d read a book called Harry Potter and that she thought I’d like it.
I reluctantly started reading it and immediately fell in love with it. The child that I still was came alive again. It was funny. It was exciting. It was really bloody good.
Fast forward to the summer of 2007 and my dad was dying from brain cancer. He was an incredible man and he was reduced to lying in a bed in the sitting room, half paralysed, unable to speak or feed himself and terrified. It was humiliating and awful and it got to the point where I think all of us were actually wanting an end to it.
The Deathly Hallows was released and I started reading it when I was sat with my dad. One day my mum told my sister and I to get out of the house as we needed a break and we went to Mansands, near where we lived in Brixham. We were sat on the beach and I was reading the part where Dobby dies. He dies on a beach near a little cottage within walking distance of a fishing town. I was on a beach near a little cottage within walking distance of a fishing town attempting to cope with the imminent death of my dad. It was as though I was in the book. The stories that I’d loved for years were speaking directly to me.
And then I spotted JKR’s ‘absent-minded’ like on a tweet about men in dresses and it cemented her as an absolute legend for me.
Yes, I know this sounds like I’m a total kiss arse and you shouldn’t have heroes but I do and she’s JK Rowling.