A shelf of books organized by color, including Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.

A Letter to Harry Potter

I read Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone during the summer of 1999, shortly after I got my tonsils taken out. My aunt bought my sister a copy; she took one look at it, decided against reading it, and gave it straight to me. I remember that it took me less than a day to finish, and naturally I stayed up until 4am to do so (that became a bit of a tradition with each new book in the series). I bought and read Chamber of Secrets shortly after, and I remember rereading the two books at least three more times before Prisoner of Azkaban came out in September. There's no denying that I've been hooked from the beginning, so much so that this weekend has been especially emotional for me, as I ventured out with the millions of others who went to the final movie. Harry Potter drew me in...

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