It was time again to re-read the Harry Potter series. I had hoped to tackle all seven glorious books in one week but that was more than this muggle swish could handle. However, today I finished Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and I was gobsmacked at how moved I was by the last two chapters. After the horrific happenings at the Triwizard Tournament Harry must tell all that happened. I was in tears several times and so thankful for J.K. Rowling and her splendid storytelling ability. The heart of it. The soul of it. There’s an essence of human love and understanding in there that I seldom come across in books. It’s gratifying. Tonight I start the fifth book as things at Hogwarts and in the wizard world grow ever more sinister.
Harry Potter, again