![]() ![]() ![]() The reader is left with a sensation of an ordained universe, a place where things make sense if you just pay attention. So I read Book One at the same time that I was reading, say, Book Five, and could see how Rowling had seeded elements of the later books’ plots right from the beginning. I read more slowly, and even more slowly still I read each book out loud to the youngest child in our family. (Hard to imagine a more delightful sight than the bland corporate halls of the Oregon Convention Center filled with shrieking eleven-year-olds swooping around in cloaks.) My kid barreled through each book as it was released, then read and reread until it became a part of her. I accompanied my child to midnight drops of new HP titles. Children who came of age in the aughts and the teens (and even now) had their imaginations, their dreams, their very sense of themselves invaded by Harry Potter. That’s an easy way of saying something more poetic, more difficult, stranger. In the first two decades of this century, the Harry Potter books took over children’s imaginations. ![]()
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