Among the most famous children's book writer today is a British woman named Joanna Kathleen Rowling.This lady, in my opinion, is one of the greatest storytellers of our time.She was the one who brought us the amazing wizarding world of the wizard kid extraordinaire named Harry Potter, the boy who lived.Quite aptly, I first got wind of the "Boy Who Loved" from a kid.I just finished college and was tutoring some brats when one of the said brats excitedly told me about a boy who have these amazing adventures in a school where magic was always the order of the day.Back then, I just smiled at the brat, nodded my head condescendingly, and told her to continue studying for her spelling test the next day.Well, what was I supposed to do? I was still an unenlightened muggle back then that I know Hermione would have forgiven me for my snobbery.A few months after that, one of my childhood friends excitedly handed me a book that looked suspiciously like it belonged to an encyclopedia collection.She was animatedly mumbling things like "wizard", "orphan", "spells", and "witchcraft magic" all in the same breath that I accepted the book just so she would stop babbling.And since I have never been picky when it comes to reading materials, I gladly promised her that I would check the book.So, I read the book that very night.And boy, was I surprised! Stunned! Astounded! Taken aback! The minute I opened the book and read the first page, I was hooked.I gobbled the book in just one day.(What about sleep, you ask? What "sleep"? The concept flew right out of my head when I read the word "wizard".) And by the time I got to the last page, I was grinning like I was under a laughing spell or something.I loved both the quirky and scary teachers of Hogwarts, I so wanted to hug Hagrid, and I was absolutely awed by their headmaster.And I felt so involved in the story that I really thought I would be seeing a real fire-breathing dragon flying by my window that night.Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that the first book in the series that I got to read was the fourth book.Well, never you mind that.Not being able to read the series in the correct sequence did not diminish any of its greatness for me.And years after I have had that first glimpse of Harry's world, the memory of it still has the power to make me giggle like a little kid.Witchcraft magic, spells, dragons, goblins, ghouls, dark wizards, magic wands, and flying broomsticks.What more could anybody wish for? And now, in between 'The Journey to Trad Witchcraft by Adrian Eglinton'wi and The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice, I still find myself browsing through Ms.Rowling's brilliant masterpiece sometimes.Well, real or not, I'm glad I got acquainted with Harry Potter's magical world where pictures are like movies without sound and people could travel by just touching a smelly old boot.
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