Harry Potter & Me; Ten Years of Waiting is Over
I’ve been waiting since 1997. And I’m not good at waiting.
Tonight I unwrapped my shipment from Amazon.co.uk. All seven Harry Potter books, hardcover, in a slipcase. The original British editions.
I belong to a list of of word-lovers, and we had quite a discussion about the changes in the first novel for an American audience. Not only was the title changed from “Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone” to “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone,” but many of the slang terms were “translated” into American expressions. That was when I decided that not only did I want the complete set, I wanted the original words of the author.
That left me with two choices: Canadian or British editions. And the British editions were less expensive, when I made the comparisons. And the projected arrival date was just after a huge work project was scheduled to be due. So it seemed like the way to go.
And now they’re here. So perfect and colorful (the covers match the dust jackets, printed all the way around) I almost hate to read them.
But only almost.
More later.
