Dear J.K. Rowling,
I set the small book, with the boy on a broomstick and a three-headed dog on the cover, down on my bedside table. Until tomorrow. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep...
The hooded figure hisses and whips its head around, its cloak stirring the leaves on the forest floor. My first instinct is to run, but something is holding me back. A beam of laser-green light jets toward me...
Then I wake up. Just a dream. I glance over at the book and shake my head. It was like I had some sort of connection with the book...which I had. I have always been a "reader". It began for me as a three-year old. Up until a few years ago, I had never actually read a book that kept me going; had never read a book that I was so intrigued by that I couldn't put it down.
It truly began when I picked up Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone at the bookstore in my hometown mall a few summers ago. I peered at the front cover and saw a boy flying on a broomstick and a three-headed dog. I impatiently hurried home with the book clutched in my hands and began to scour the pages with the attitude of a hungry bear looking for a beehive. Right then and there, I became part of another world. I saw Hagrid's motorbike roaring through the sky. I raced down the damp tunnels of Gringotts Wizard's Bank in the speedy cart. Getting past the three headed dog? Yep, I was there, too. I was hooked. I begged my parents to take me back to the bookstore to purchase the next book, and the next book, and the next book. I reread all of the books to catch any details I might have missed.
You see, this book changed me as a reader, and also taught me a valuable life lesson. It taught me to slow down and look for any anything I might have missed. In my opinion, that's a lot like life. You speed through life; you miss things that are significant. There's that saying, "Life's not the breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away." In other words, life isn't counting every second, every minute of life, but the memories you create within those seconds and minutes. That corresponded to the book when I read it. At first, I read the book too fast so I missed all the important things. When I had to go back and reread it, I realized I had to slow down.
I want to thank you for giving me a chance to open my eyes to something new. Thank you for deciding to put that pen on paper and introduce the world to your own magic. Harry's world is a fantasy, but your writing has created a magical reality in my life.
I like to create my own stories. I might scribble one down in a notebook, tear it out, toss it, and repeat. I can never stay settled on one idea. They keep coming and coming. Your style of writing has changed the way I write. You have influenced me in how I write and read. I have learned to add detail in my stories along with a twist of adventure.
Once again, thank you for deciding to write that first book. Reading it has taught me to take everything at a slower pace just in case I miss anything...