When I first started Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone that mom gave me, I imagined it as a book consisting of magic recipes and was disappointed in the first pages when I noticed that it hadn’t any. Continuing on reading, my disappointment flew and I literally fall in love with the book and the serie afterwards.
A few months later when I also first met with the film of Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, which mom advised me to watch and that is an outstanding movie, I thought of it as a replica of Harry Potter and I insulted it so hard by it being a copy. After watching it, I again fall in love with the film and the serie, and the books, and everything about its universe afterwards.
Things are just so repetitive so like my prejudice.