Harry Potter Vs. Twilight

So in light of the new harry potter movie coming out, I thought it was high time that I blogged about Harry Potter vs. Twilight.

So like quite a few people in this world (I would say about one third of the twilight population and about one seventh of the Harry Potter population) I am a HUGE fan of both Harry Potter and Twilight. I know quite a few people who are MASSIVE Twilight fans, and cant stand the name ‘Harry Potter’ and also visa versa. Quite often I find that I need to decide which one I love more, Harry Potter or Twilight?

The answer took me a while to come up with.
But its quite simple.
I don’t like either more than the other.

See they are such different stories, to compare them would be an insult to both.
Twilight is a love story, a little action, a few moral lessons, but mostly its a love story, an absolutely beautiful, wonderfully written, absolutely extraordinary love story.

Now me being a rather ridiculous hopeless romantic, according to Kate, I love the whole idea of a perfect man, such as Edward, for such an ordinary girl, such as Bella, who, I might add, I feel I can understand particularly well, seeing as I see myself exactly the same as Bella sees herself. Being well brought up on traditional fairy tales, I think that Edward’s and Bella’s story is so enchanting it just has to be put as number one. I dont think that another author could have captured the rare and undescribable essence of romantic love, as well as Stephenie Meyer has.

On the other hand is Harry Potter.

Harry Potter has encaptured the imaginations of millions of people worldwide, rather than just the small category of teenage girls and a few mums, which is who Twilight appeals to. I started reading Harry Potter when I was seven; I will never forget the day that my Aunty Sue gave me Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone for my seventh birthday. I remember thinking (and I now realise that this is attribute to the atrocious blubs that always adorn the back of the HP books) Why would I want to read a book about an eleven year old boy? None-the-less, I started reading it a few weeks after receiving it. I might just add that up until this point I HATED reading, probably because my library consisted of the books given to young primary school children meant to be read aloud. Personally, I found the stories about little John and his dog, or Jane and her doll rather boring, always having had a rather large imagination and been read hundreds of children’s’ books by my parents, the most dominant being the complete works of Blinky Bill and Winnie the Pooh.

From what I can remember, I fell in love with Harry’s story from the first page. He was also a character I found I could identify with, even though I was only seven. See I have never had any particularly good talents, never been the best in my field. I was and still am near the top in most things, but never at THE top. There have always been people better than me at everything and both Harry and Bella are like this. Most heroes of fictional stories are just that: heroes. They are very good at something, or lots of things, or they are particularly kind or lucky. This has, I sadly admit, never been me. This is perhaps why I love and identify very much with both the characters of Bella and Harry.

Harry’s story is full of magic and action and morals and one needs a very big imagination to read the story and fully appreciate it. Reading it as a seven, eight, nine, ten year old I was so enchanted by his world and the world of wizards. Here was a story that combined the ancient world of magic with our modern world; this had not been done before, and if it had then not with as much imagination than what J.K.Rowling had used. Her plots are so intricately designed that it takes ages of thought to unravel them; one could NEVER guess the ending, and I think the final ending of the seventh stunned us all.

Because both Harry Potter and Twilight are so important to me I find it impossible to compare them and to decide on which one I love more. It would be like comparing a river with a star: simply impossible to decide on which one is better because they are both so different but so beautiful.

I love to read both of them, and I still do, numerous times in a year.
Every time I read one I forget about how the other is so brilliant.

And that is why I love both of them and will continue to do so, I would say, for my whole life.