Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone
I might never have read Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone if it weren’t for Suzannah.
Many years ago, when I was visiting Boston, Suzannah said to me, “Auntie Jill, will you read me a bed time story?” and she handed me a book. I opened it and started reading. About forty-five minutes later, Suzannah’s mother announced that it was bedtime. I closed the book and put it on Suzannah’s bedside table as I kissed her good night.
She picked up the book and handed it back to me. “I’ve already read it.”
This was great news because I was hooked.
Do you remember your Harry Potter first time?