Firstly I must apologise for the poor quality of the photograph. It's the middle of the night; I can't sleep but my husband can, so I have the light on very dimly.
Secondly I must apologise that the photograph isn't even half the story - all the Harry Potter books are meant to be here. But I'm not at home; this is the only book I brought with me; the house I'm staying in has no Harry Potter books. Imagine that!!
Thirdly I must apologise that these books are at number 18. They belong higher up, but, as I said, I'm not at home, but I suddenly wanted to restart this blog and this list, and with only this book for middle-of-the-night company, what was I to do?
So ... Harry Potter. I HAVE met a very few people who never understood what all the fuss was about. Intelligent people with interests similar to mine, some I even class as friends. But they don't understand the fascination for wizards and spells and good versus evil and the eventual destruction of that evil. They don't understand the pure escapism of these adventures. Oh well. Their loss I suppose.
I have read the books about half a dozen times. They are the kind of books I can turn to when I really cannot settle to anything. (Like the way I use Middlemarch - I wonder what George Eliot would think!). And right now I can't keep away from Hogwarts ....
Isn't it great when you can lose yourself in a book and its world?
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