M is for Magic

My grandma came to visit for my brother's baptism and like any grandma, she had gifts in tow. I got a pretty ring that I would wear for years and my little brother received Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone. There was enough hype that I was familiar with the title, but I didn't know what to expect. I remember starting to read it and not budging for the next three or four hours until I was finished. Chamber of Secrets and Prisoner of Azakaban had already been released, so I devoured those, too. Then the interminable waits between books started and along with the waiting came the insufferable fangirl period. I can't say that J.K. Rowling got me reading; I've always been a reader. But I can say that she got me writing, so for that I'll forever be indebted to her.