I discovered Harry Potter in Walmart. It was the summer between freshman and sophomore years of high school and I was bored, so while my mother was roaming the aisles in search of everything on her three-page-long list, I slipped away to the book aisle. I didn’t quite pick up the book at random. I had heard about the series, but I didn’t really know anything about it. I knew that it seemed to be causing a whole lot of ruckus in both the book world and the conservation Christian world, which, being from Alabama, I had generous exposure to, but that was about it.
I knew very little about the story, only that it was about magic, was apparently awesome, and a movie was in the works.
To keep reading, jump over to my friend Megg’s blog, The Life of a Not So Desperate Housewife. She’s running a series on Harry Potter all week!