My first experience reading Harry Potter was in a basement cubicle in Rosenthal Library at Queens College. I think I skipped class that day. For any impressionable young people reading these words, I wouldn’t recommend doing this. Not that I regret it though; it was only one class. After the fourth Harry Potter novel was published, their popularity was evident from people discussing it incessantly to the news media reporting both massive sales and book burnings from those who thought these books harbored something sinister. I wanted to see what the fuss was all about. Reading the first words, I was transported into a world that was different yet similar. So started my love for these books and now I write for the Blogengamot. Good stuff!