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It seems so long ago when I first began my journey (along with millions of others) with Harry, Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore, and the rest of the Wizarding World of Harry Potter fame. I distinctly recall how I came to read this beloved series. Several years ago (I mean several years back, I mean way back, go further than that, nope, go a little bit further, there) I was on my way home, riding BART, and seeing several adults in my train with their noses stuck in these Harry Potter books (different books from the series). I sat across from one lady who was probably in her 50's and I remember staring at her for some time. She was definitely consumed in her book and never even made eye contact with me. I realized then and there, this was a book series I had to read.
Within the first 10 pages of The Sorcerer's Stone, I was hooked. Like, drug-addict hooked. As years wore on, I eventually finished the series. There is a sadness I feel as the final movie (part 2 of the final book) is being released. I, too, grew up with Harry and his merry band of cohorts. It's incredible the world J.K. Rowling created and how she's touched so many young readers, and dare I say, enlightened, older ones.
Are you ready to ride the Hogwarts Express one last time?

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