Those of you who know me or follow my blog have probably picked up on the fact that I might be a
little obsessive when it comes to my favorite stories. I've read my
Harry Potter books so many times that they have penciled-in thoughts, sticky notes, and are literally falling apart. I've been writing essays about
The Hunger Games. I've dissected
Interstellar and
Les Mis--for fun. I read
Lord of the Rings when I was fourteen. And I've seen most of the
Chronicles of Narnia movies opening weekend.
But then there's
Star Wars . . .
My closest experience with it has been the (old) ride at Disneyland, which I'm sure I've seen more times than anything else
Star Wars. One time my brother and I found the
Star Wars holiday special online and laughed our faces off at it--in fact, we still do. With that said, I've never thought
Star Wars was dumb, and I've always thought the lightsabers were sweet and clever.
But
Star Wars was always apart from me.