For this week’s Musing Monday, the folks over at Should be Reading ask bloggers to consider the question:
“Do you have a favorite series? Do you have a favorite book out of that series?”
As an adult (it feels really weird to call myself that), I really don’t read series. I primarily read series when I was a kid; Babysitter’s Club, Boxcar Children, Sweet Valley, Saddle Club, anyone? During my teenage years, I read the Artemis Fowl and Alex Rider series. The only “adult” series I’ve read is Dan Brown’s Robert Langdon books, which I devoured in high school.
However, my favorite series is, of course, Harry Potter. I was a the perfect age to read them when they were coming out; I read the first book when I was nine, and the last book was released when I was 17. I grew up with Harry in so many ways, and I still feel the same magic upon opening Sorcerer’s Stone as I did when I was in fourth grade. They were more than books to me. I waited in vain for my Hogwarts letter when I turned 11, made wands out of chopsticks, and played elaborate games with my sister, in which we went to Hogwarts and became best friends with Fred and George (because they would be the funnest friends, right?).
My favorite book from the series is Order of the Phoenix, although I’m not entirely sure why. I love how dark the series becomes at this point, and there is something really compelling about Harry’s sense of isolation in this book. It’s also probably because I was 14 and angsty when I first read this, and my own teenage rage meshed nicely with Harry’s. But we’ll never know for sure.
Part of the reason I don’t read series anymore is that there are so many amazing and varied books out there, just waiting to be read. I want to sample as much as I can, so I suppose I tend not to tie myself to one ongoing story when there are thousands of other stories to be discovered! However, I would like to try reading P.G. Wodehouse’s Jeeves and Wooster series. They sound like great fun!
What’s your favorite series?