Books For Adults Who Love Harry Potter Novels & Stories

" I'm loving it. I think I'll alternate the books and that way I can give you an opinion more quickly about both. " I admire anyone who can do that. I've always focused on one book at a time when it comes to literature. "I've always done that. It's just one of my gifts. Harry Potter and IT, the thing. Fifty shades of gray and Anna Karenina. Always alternate. " Wow, and they are pretty radical alternations. - Max laughs. He walks over to where I'm sitting and hugs me. We stayed a while longer enjoying ourselves and watching the afternoon fall. The sun hiding behind the horizon line.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

she asked, picking up the book. "Pureblooded Potterhead," I replied proudly. "You're looking at someone who's reread Harry Potter so many times that I’ve started cramming what happens on what page." Her face lit up as she said, "You're kidding, me too. I love those books. But Chamber of Secrets is my favourite." “How can you say that?” I gasped. “Deathly Hallows was the best.”

Books surrounded me everywhere and my fingers brushed lightly over spines as I walked deeper between the shelves. I spotted classics I’d read years ago beside titles I’d only dreamed of finding one day and an entire collections of Shakespeare. The scent of old paper and leather wrapped around me like warmth then my eyes landed on a familiar row of books, Harry Potter. I reached out instinctively and touched the first book gently because books and music had saved me more times than anyone would ever know. When loneliness became suffocating and fear swallowed everything, stories gave me somewhere else to breathe. I closed my eyes briefly and inhaled deeply.

She had been here for almost three months and she had still not seen the whole house. After a refreshing bath. She went around the house. There were so many rooms. What did he need all of them for? He never had guests around. She finally found his library. It was enormous. She walked from shelf to shelf pulling out books and looking at covers and titles. Maybe she would find something she might like. She had no phone and it seemed like no one ever watched the TV. His books were mostly business and management. She did find a reasonable number of books on sex and male domination. Was obvious he was the BDSM type of person. Seemed she too had a secret kink for it. She even found all 7 volumes o

I missed my mate, my freedom, my friends, Kailin, and everyone at the vineyards. I watched a series about a group of delinquent kids born in space and dropped to Earth to see if the air was already breathable. I finished Episode twelve, and when a particular character pissed me off, I turned it off and went to read something in the study. There were some fiction books, but primarily old books from Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte, and Herman Melville. There were self-help and meditation books and a book about mystical creatures. I walked out of the study. If she allowed me to read a book about witchcraft, it might interest me, but that would be as dangerous as walking into the darkness without

"Can you help me find it?" The man led me to a section of the store filled with books on potion-making. He pulled a dusty tome from the shelf and handed it to me. "Here it is," he said. "We usually keep a few copies. You're in luck to have snagged the last one." I took the book in my hands, feeling a sense of connection to my mother. "Is it really popular?" "Everyone wants to get a little more bang for their buck. Potions can get expensive very quickly if you have to take them consistently. "

"How about a decent movie this time?" "Harry Potter?" I ask. His whole face lights up. "I can kiss you right now." He chooses Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, which happens to be both our favorites, and we lean back and watch. I'm really absorbed in the beginning—how could someone ever get bored during a Harry Potter movie?—but then my eyes start to droop. I guess the past day and a half have been a little too exciting for me. Before I know it. I'm out cold.

Akira scoffed, “I doubt the basilisk would want to have anything to do with her.” “I see…” Orion groaned as he picked a book from the collection, “harry potter and the chamber of secrets” “I see you're well versed in this lore..” Orion commented as they headed back to the general table. “Of course, who isn't, it was like a virus on the human world back then, everyone was well invested in that book.” “What was supposed to be a book for kids was widely loved by the adults…” “I mean, we wolves were poorly represented in the novel but I still love the book.”

The title alone caught my attention, but the cover was what really drew me in. “I’ll take this one,” I murmured to myself, pulling the book off the shelf. I ran my fingers over the title, intrigued, before flipping through the pages to get a feel for it. Meanwhile, Chloe was on the other side of the bookstore, clutching the books she had chosen. She was a die-hard J.K. Rowling fan, the kind of girl who’d empty her savings just to get the next book in the Harry Potter series.