Yeah, you read that title right. The first time I picked up a Harry Potter book was when I was 30 years young. I know what exactly you're thinking. How do I know what you're thinking? Because it's probably the same thing people have been saying to me since I told them I was reading Harry Potter wayyy late in life. It was mostly a variation of: "How in the hell did you manage to not read these books for so long?!"
I think I missed the boat when I was younger (I was more of an R.L. Stine kind of girl back in the day), and then later in life as the movies came out and the world was fully in the throes of HP fever, I just never wanted to commit to all those books. Now, I'm a huge bookworm and read very quickly, but I still wasn't ready for Harry Potter. Maybe it was because I knew I'd become obsessed and spend all my free time reading. Maybe I was afraid it wouldn't live up to the hype. In the end, I started reading it for my boyfriend, who has a deep, burning passion for that series and would not stop bugging me about it. And I would also like to note that I didn't see any of the movies before reading the books, either. Only bits and pieces. So I went into this HP portal almost completely blind and mostly spoiler-free.