It really is a marvelous story, and I've enjoyed every minute of my two-month journey. It's what kept me sane on late nights at the office when all I could think of was getting out of there so I could wrap myself up with a heavy blanket and start to read.
Of course, not everyone loves Harry Potter (although everyone should - there's no reason not to!). During a morning break from unloading a truckload of Polish pottery, I happened to mention to the new shipping agent that I was re-reading the seven books.
"I only read four," admitted the middle-aged mother of two. "Frankly, the plot seemed to be the same in each book, so I couldn't take it anymore."
What??? I almost choked on my hot chocolate. This was clearly a woman I shouldn't be having any further conversations with. Despite thinking at first we would have something in common since she mentioned her home decorating skills and her love of shopping at Home Depot, I realized our brief almost-friendship was already over.
To stop myself from jumping over a large, round kitchen table to attempt to strangle her, I emptied my mug and announced I was going back to work.