I can’t remember how old I was when I read The Philosopher’s Stone for the first time, but I knew from the very beginning that I was part of something special. Something different.
Every Harry Potter novel ranked from worst to bestFor the very first time I was reading about someone who didn’t belong, who didn’t quite ‘fit’, find their calling – their identity – and I could relate to that.
At the time of its release I was a little fat girl that didn’t really belong. I liked comics instead of the latest… Read the full story