Those who know me know that I am stubborn. For example, when the Harry Potter books began circulating, and people were beginning to consider them as one of the greatest series in literary history, my friend tried to get me to read them. She had read them and loved them and expressed to me that I would fall head over heels for the books, the characters, the adventures. My mom and my sister were also on board, and trying to pull me up out of the water constantly saying how much I would love J.K. Rowling‘s writing. I balked, I backed away, I shook my head no, and ran from the idea of picking something up just because everyone on the planet was reading it. I had no interest in it before, so why should I read something just because the world was turning page after page of something? Despite being relatively self-aware and not really caring if people think I am a pretentious poser, I still fall into the trappings of having low self-esteem. Did I want people thinking that I was doing something just because of the rest of world was doing it? Hell no. I held off for as long as I could before casually picking up the first book and devouring it in a day. Thus started my obsession with Harry Potter.