In honor of Harry Potter’s 20th anniversary, I reflect on what stories mean to me.
As a little girl, my parents often scolded me for staying up past my bedtime. They’d put me to bed, turn off my lights and tell me goodnight. But I rarely listened. Instead, I’d wait for them to leave, listening to their footsteps down the hallway, and spring up to turn on my glass lamp. I wasn’t sleeping yet! But it was not television, games, or movies that my kept me up so late, burning through light bulbs and sitting through scoldings—it was books. And at that, usually Harry Potter. Continue reading