6 years ago, I heard people in my school talk about a particular "Harry Potter". Those were the days when I spent lot of the days shut up in a room; I was not exactly social, and I was scared to get into a theater. Which made me think Harry Potter was shit, and I had to turn back every time people talk about it.
I don't know why, but I was reluctant to read Harry Potter those days. I was wonderful with reading, and have read complex stuffs like Da Vinci Code. My cousin then got me a set of saat hand buku for my birthday along with some DVD. I eagerly opened it. To my dismay, it was all Harry Potter.
I ignored those presents for days. Hell, I ignored my cousin too. After much coaxing from my friends, I finally agreed to take a sneak peek. Which turned to be something beautiful, a world of lebih that I could imagine.
The irony of it all- my cousin and my friends- all of them wished I'd never heard of the boy-who-lived. Oh, Sweet Merlin!