Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stoneby J.K. Rowling
Series: Harry Potter #1
Publication: Scholastic on October 1st 1999
Genres: Children's Fiction, Fantasy, Middle Grade
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Harry Potter has never played a sport while flying on a broomstick. He's never worn a Cloak of Invisibility, befriended a giant, or helped hatch a dragon. All Harry knows is a miserable life with the Dursleys, his horrible aunt and uncle, and their abominable son, Dudley. Harry's room is a tiny cupboard under the stairs, and he hasn't had a birthday party in ten years.
But all that is about to change when a mysterious letter arrives by owl messenger: a letter with an invitation to a wonderful place he never dreamed existed. There he finds not only friends, aerial sports, and magic around every corner, but a great destiny that's been waiting for him... if Harry can survive the encounter.
I won’t make things awkward by pretending that this review (or any other review for a Harry Potter book) is going to be fair. I’m incredibly biased, and I don’t care.
This is the first book I ever truly loved.
The very introduction to Harry’s world swept me off my feet–I mean, wizards and magic school and dragons and owls delivering mail and unicorns and potions and professors turning into cats? As a ten-year-old, I was completely engrossed, and nothing has changed this time around. It all completely captured my imagination and my heart, and it has continued to do so ever since. The cast of characters is wonderful, the story is brilliant, and this book has completely deserved its status as a modern day classic.
The themes introduced in this book and the subsequent books in the Harry Potter series are ingrained in me. Other than my parents and my faith, nothing else has done as much as these books have to help mold me into the person I am today. I know that’s an outrageous statement, but it’s true. Harry Potter is my childhood, and I owe much of the woman I am today to J.K. Rowling and the story of her boy wizard.