I was one of those lucky kids who got to read the Harry Potter books as I was growing up.
The first one came out when I was just a little tyke—it got devoured by my impressionable little brain in a matter of days. I spent years after that impatiently awaiting the next instalment of the story, then reading voraciously for a few days before starting the cycle all over again. Continue reading “What I Learned from Mad-Eye Moody”
Every now and again, I get bitten by the travel bug.
And lately, my computer at work has taken to rotating through a series of beautifully tropical vacation photos on its lock screen, which really isn’t helping.
So I’ve spent a lot of this week thinking about getaways, and honestly, there are so many places I’d love to visit—both in real life, and in fantasy.
Here’s where I would travel if they were real places! Continue reading “My Fantastical Vacation: Where I’d Go If They Were Real”
Have you ever opened up a book, read the first few pages, and silently had the revelation that you had just read about your own life?
This past weekend, I read a book that did exactly that. It was magical.
Usually, when I get absorbed in a book like that, it’s some sort of fantastical adventure where the protagonist has a personality or worldview similar to my own. This time, though, I went a little out of my comfort zone with a social sciences book called I Find Your Lack of Faith Disturbing: Star Wars and the Triumph of Geek Culture by A. D. Jameson. Continue reading “How Geeks Inherited the Earth”
When you read the Harry Potter books, one of the first things you’ll notice is how big of a theme food is.
Every banquet, every dinner, even every somewhat sat-on birthday cake is described with wonder and thoroughness, and you can’t help but dream about what it all tastes like. Continue reading “A Very Harry Potter Halloween”
Everyone has a childhood favourite—whether that’s a book, movie, game, what-have-you—that helped define who they are and how their imagination works.
For me, that was Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. I remember when it came out; I begged my mom shamelessly to buy it for me, even though it left my poor six-year-old reading level choking on a trail of white, puffy train smoke. Continue reading “What Happened When I Re-read Harry Potter”