So at long, long last I'm reading the books with Ander. I used to think I'd wait until he was 10 or 11 like Harry is in the beginning, and that I might actually try to make him wait a year in between books like we had to, so that he could grow with the characters. But we've read the Spiderwick Chronicles and Fergus Crane and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and he's peripherally aware of all the delicious hype around the release of the final book and the 5th film, and as he puts it every day now he's "hungry for Harry!"
He won't let Zameandad read it to him. He won't let me check the CDs out from the library for the car trip home. Even though I can't do the accents, he wants me, "the Harry Potter expert" he says. I am so dang cool to him right now!
We finished Sorcerer's Stone. Paused. Caught our breath. Practiced our "wingardium leviosas." We watched the first film when Zaza fell asleep early last night. He decided he liked the book more because there were "more scenes." He missed the whole Norbert storyline and the other teachers' protective spells for the Stone (Snape's potions riddle, etc.). He was surprised by Quirrell's demise in the film (he's only wounded in the book). He didn't think Harry's hair was messy enough, and his eyes aren't green.
We rested. After thinking hard about the scary bits with Voldemort at the end of Book 1, and knowing that the books get scarier, he decided that perhaps he'd like to read Book 2 when he's older -- maybe even next summer.
But two days later we're already 5 chapters into Book 2... Still hungry for Harry!
(The picture shows the contents of our pool bag.)