Farewell Harry Potter

I read my first Harry Potter Book in the Portland Maine Jetport. I was returning home from a a college board of trustees meeting. There, we raised tuition, talked about sexism in fraternities and the cost of heating a campus where snow could commence as early as November and linger until April.  Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone was my fly by night gift to myself, a simple impulse buy along with an Oh Henry candy bar.  I opened it in the terminal and never stopped reading....more