User blog comment:JoePlay/Wizarding World Giveaway/@comment-4148451-20110714225534

I couldn't begin to describe what Harry Potter means to me. I was, like many, introduced to reading through the series. I fell in love with the story and every one of its characters from the start. I felt their triumphs and despairs right along with them (I had my own personal dementor following me around when Sirius died) and looked to them for comfort through my own life. I grew up firmly believing that our choices are what form us, and that we determine our course in life. Harry and his friends have become such a part of my life that I dread seeing the last movie this weekend, knowing I'll cry like a baby in front of my very frightened boyfriend. I wish I could come up with the words to describe how much I love Harry Potter and all that comes with it, but I can't. There just aren't words. The Harry Potter books have been with me through so much, and will continue to follow me through life. If my grandmother banning the books from the house when I was a child couldn't keep me from the series, nothing will. Harry Potter is...Harry Potter. And it means more than you can imagine.