Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K. Rowling
I’m not going to do a proper review of “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone,” or any of the Harry Potter books for the Harry Potter Reading Challenge because, really, I don’t think there’s anything really new to say about them that hasn’t been said a million times. Instead, I’m planning to just record a few of my impressions as I reread these books for the umpteenth times.
It has been quite some time since I read “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone,” probably not since well before the 6th book was released, so it was almost like coming in again for the first time, except with foreknowledge of what would happen. What really struck me was how much more juvenile “The Sorcerer’s Stone” is than the books I’ve read more recently. I don’t think I’ve read or watched anything before book 3 for quite some time. I suppose I’d forgotten just how much Rowling’s writing and style grew up with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
It was fun going all the way back to the beginning, but I think I’m going to enjoy my rereads of the later books more, as the series moves to more of a young adult feel from the original elementary school style.