Thirteen years ago, I first came across the tale of The Boy Who
Lived. Every Sunday, we used to go to the bookstore and there I saw this little
unassuming book. Seven installments later, like all Potterheads, I still find
myself enamored of the world J.K. Rowling has conjured. I’m now in my twenties but I still feel
thrilled over new releases, theories, and Buzzfeed articles.
