When we were living in California and Henry was a wee baby I bought him a set of Harry Potter books. There were five published at that point, and our library book sale had the whole set, hardcover, dustjackets, rubber-banded together, for four dollars. So I trotted them home and put them in a box thinking that maybe he’d like to read them when he got older; and then we moved three times and they ended up in the bottom of my closet, where they spent the next few years being squashed under two dictionaries and a copy of Fish! Their Lives and Habitats (with 2,000 color pictures).

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So the other day I finally dusted them off, found them a place of a bookshelf, and started reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, because there was not anything else around and I am on a strict book-buying diet. (Incidentally, I always check the verso before I start reading, just to see if I should keep coffee and babies away from it, and my copy turned out to be the first American edition, fortieth (!) printing, which was a little staggering. I mean, I knew they were popular books, but forty printings in a year? Holy goodness.) It’s pretty good. I don’t know, though, the Quiddich rules seemed overly complicated, and some of the writing is a little sloppy, and Harry doesn’t have much personality yet, but overall it’s okay. Probably if I’d read it when I was twelve I would love it.

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So far, my favorite part is:

He finally tore his eyes away from the druidess Cliodna, who was scratching her nose, to open a bag of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans. “You want to be careful with those,” Ron warned Harry. “When they say every flavor, they mean every flavor – you know, you get all the ordinary ones like chocolate and peppermint and marmalade, but then you can get spinach and liver and tripe. George recons he had a booger-flavored one once.” Ron picked up a green bean, looked at it carefully, and bit into a corner. “Bleaaargh – see? Sprouts.”

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Sprouts! Ha. So, I guess my main question is, if I finish reading Years 2-5, will I feel compelled to rush out and find 6 and 7? Also, does it get addictive from here? Does it get better? How much more Quiddich is there, and does Harry get more interesting?