Ah, the book that started it all. I remember not being able to get through this book when I was in the fourth or fifth grade. Why was I on chapter four and he STILL hadn't ended up at this mythical school that would teach him how to dominate in the wizarding world? Why did I spend the entire first chapter learning about a lurking cat? Then I was forced to listen to it on tape during a long car drive and proceeded to ask myself why I was such an idiot for not just reading it. It's okay.
Anywho, we all know what happens. Harry has been hidden from the wizarding world and has been left with the Dursleys. They're awful people and when he turns eleven, Harry finds out he's a wizard when Hagrid comes bursting through the door. Just before the clock strikes eleven, he meets the Weasley family and soon a friendship blossoms with his (mostly) faithful sidekick, Ron.
We all know how it goes. We've all read the books and seen the movies. But reading them now, just weeks before the final chapter hits movie theaters...it's a bit weird, to be honest. Here we are, over a decade later and these books still hold up. You still feel yourself smiling when they save Hermoine from the troll, you still get mad when it turns out it isn't Snape that's trying to get to the stone and you still wish you could high five Neville for gaining those last ten points for Gryffindor. By the time you close the last page, you find yourself looking at the clock and wondering if you could read the first two or three chapters of the next one before you fall asleep.
It's like being in elementary school all over again (in the best way).