In the late 90s, I was introduced to Harry Potter when my librarian uncle lent me a copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. I flew through the British editions of the first two books and during each subsequent year, I impatiently waited to fly through the American editions of #3 to #7.
It's not my favorite book series. It's not even my favorite film series. But that boy-wizard and his friends have been around longer in my life than some real-life in-the-flesh folks. (There will always be a small hobbit-sized space in my heart for escapist lit).
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| midnight viewing of HP and the goblet of fire | nov 2005 |
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| platform 9¾, london | april 2008 |
And tonight, it ended.
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| guatemala city | august 2011 |
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Mischief managed.
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