“Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you’d expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn’t hold with such nonsense.”
At the age of nine-and-a-half, I was instantly drawn into the world that J.K. Rowling first created on a paper napkin. There I was, a tiny, gap-toothed kid, spending her recess break in the classroom flipping through the pages of a new paperback with a gawky-looking boy riding a broomstick on the front cover. Never mind Chinese garters and jackstones for a while, something was brewing in the Forbidden Forest and I had to find out what it was.