Nine years ago, I read the first Harry Potter book to my kids. At
the time Chris was 9, Cari was 8 and Liz was 7. Jennie at 3 was too
young for HP. Since then, every year or two has been marked by a new
release of the series. When a new book would arrive, we spend at least
an hour every night enjoying the world of Harry and his friends. We
were HP beginners back then - I would pronounce 'Hermione' as
her-me-ow-ny, and Voldemort had a silent 't' (it looked French to
me), I would do the voices, we'd linger over the drawings and we'd
stop and explain the plot points when things got a bit complicated.
When book 5 (order of the phoenix) was on the horizon, Jennie was 8 and
ready for the series, so we restarted at at volume 1 and read them all
again (this time with correct pronunciations all the way through).
The kids certainly could have read the books on their own (and
they did re-read them many, many times), but the first reading through
was always a family affair. It had become a tradition. Even when Chris
was a junior in high school he would look forward to the family reading
of The Half Blood Prince. Halfway through the series I did a mental
calculation and realized that the last book in the series would likely
be released after Chris was in college. How would that work? Would he
call home every night so his dad could read to him? That seemed very
unlikely.
And now the final book is upon us. Chris and Carolyn are
working their summer jobs away from home, Liz and Jennie are spending
time at camp - Chris leaves for his freshman year in a
month. It seems like the last Harry Potter book is arriving just a
little too late for us to finish the series as a family. So come
Saturday morning I'll head out to the local bookseller and purchase at
least 3 copies of the book - one each for Chris and Cari, and the
read-aloud copy for Liz and Jennie. Sigh...