When I was younger, I loved to read much more than my baby sister. And when my sister did pick out books from the library, our tastes were a bit different. So one day, while walking through her room to get to mine, I noticed a paperback book on her nightstand. I figured I’d read the back and see if it was something that interested me.
The summary babbled on about an orphan boy and the day he discovered he was a wizard and some school called Hogwarts that he was going to attend. After reading the back, I flipped to the front to check out the cover. (Yes, I’m ashamed to admit that I do indeed judge books by their covers.) The front of the book did not grab my attention immediately, and the book was thrown back on my sister’s bed without another thought.
That’s right, I Jessica Gibbons, one of the biggest Potterheads in the world tossed aside Harry Potter like it was yesterday’s garbage. I am still ashamed to this day of my actions. It was not one of my shiniest moments, but I think that it had to happen. Because the day I picked Harry back up and gave him another chance, began one of the greatest adventures and obsessions of my life.