Twelve years ago I was in the bedroom of our little seminary apartment, folding diapers and listening to NPR, when a story came on featuring the Harry Potter books. My response was lukewarm, to say the least. To be more precise, I remember thinking anything the populus liked so much had to be crap. What can I say? I’m a notorious book snob.
It was 1999, back when the internet was brand new and all, and it was the first year that online shopping really took off. Ever the bargain shopper, I can still remember the great deals that Christmas season, including free shipping and several bonus gifts. Somehow, when the wrapping paper was all cleaned up, I found myself in possession of not one, but two copies of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.