This morning I was woken up by a strange noise from underneath my bed. It sounded something like this, “SSalasshhhaaassss, SSSSllliisssishossss.” I looked under the bed and was confronted by the wild hair and morning fresh eyes of Child 1. She slithered out on her stomach and repeated herself. “Ssalasshhhaaassss, SSSSllliisssishosss”
“Does that mean you’re planning on killing me?” I asked.
“No, mom,” she said. “That’s good morning in Parseltongue.”
For the uninitiated, all three of you, Parseltongue is the language of snakes made famous by J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series.
We read the first Harry Potter to Child 1 when she was in first grade. At the time I thought we would work our way through the series at a leisurely pace, say one book a year. That way she could grow with the series. I wanted to make sure she would be ready for any frightening or disturbing material. I had visions of reading the books side-by-side, a sort of Harry Potter book club. With this in mind I put off reading the seventh book in the series because I was certain we would all read it together for the first time, later, much later.
Everything was going according to plan until this year. Child 1 is currently devouring the fifth Harry Potter while Child 2 is demanding we read Harry Potter to him every night before bed. At this rate the series won’t last us another year. And even though I’m sometimes tempted, I can’t protest. My kids have found a book that has taken them into other worlds and sparked their imaginations. What more could anyone ask for from a book. As for my Harry Potter book club plans, I suppose there’s always the Percy Jackson series.