The Christmas I was nine years old my favorite gift was a book from my parents. My mom had not heard of the book previously nor the author, but thought it looked interesting on the “New Children’s Releases” table at Barnes and Noble and knew I would, like all books, devour it quickly.
The book was Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.
Suffice it to say, my mom had hit the nail on the head and I had secured the bragging rights that I was a Harry Potter fan long before he frequented the New York Times Bestseller list.
In an age of increasing technology interest and reliance, the excitement over J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter showed that books are not outdated in this age of hand held gadgets and the Internet. Children (and adults for that matter) could escape to a world where magic was the norm and there was mischief around every corner.