This book started it all. The Boy Who Lived (or is it Lives?) as they call him. I used to regard reading as somewhat a tedious chore. Nei, I’d rather watch the telly.
But one day, a friend of a friend introduced a book to me (Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone). She generously lent the book to me. It was the first time that I wasn’t able to put down a book. My mother even chastised me because it’s past midnight and I’m still reading.
I finished the book and waited for the next, and then the next and until the final book of the series, I was hooked.
Harry Potter for the win!