Yesterday afternoon, after reading for about five months approximately, I did it: I finished the entire Harry Potter series. Seven books, one hundred ninety-nine chapters, three thousand seven hundred and thirty-three pages. As I ploughed through the books, a certain someone kept asking me why I’d spent so much time reading children’s books. Surely that’s time wasted? Well, frankly, it isn’t, and I’ll tell you why.
Superhero movies used to bore me. I roll my eyes at revenge plots, I yawn my way through action scenes, I find myself worrying who’s going to pay for the city’s infrastructure. During these years of intense superhero hype, all I’ve wanted is for Hollywood to ditch the spandex suits and be done with it. Surely, we’ve had enough?
Sometimes I get the urge to be special. I can’t shake the feeling that I need to set myself apart from everyone, that I need to be different and unique. With me, this feeling usually materialises in a form of complete digital isolation: I delete all social media apps from my phone (except for Snapchat, because you know, streaks) and I only check them once a day, right before I go to bed, on my computer. These Major Log Offs as I like to call them happen for a few days every three to four weeks , and I like to think of them as some sort of social media cleanse (because, as with any cleanse, I usually follow them up with extreme social media indulgence). Despite that, I don’t think these Major Log Offs are really a bad thing at all – on the contrary.
Recently, I bought a book aimed at young girls which contains 100 stories about influential, intelligent and inspiring women. Why should I care about that? you might wonder. Well, I’m about to tell you why this book is one of the most wholesome and important ones I have ever read, and I wanted all of you to know about its existance.