Twenty years ago Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone was released. Eighteen years ago I purchased my first copy (with my parent's money) from the Scholastic Book Fair held in my elementary school's library at the suggestion of my 4th grade teacher. I was 9 years old, our school mascot was a dragon, and our reading nook was a tower. It doesn't get much more magical than that.
My first copy of the book was on paperback. I don't have it anymore. It was surely purchased by someone else at a local Goodwill at some point. Since then I've purchased the hardback, my husband and I have combined volumes, and most recently we've added the illustrated versions to the mix. It's a story that never gets old and that I've been lucky enough to see come to life time and time again on film, at the Wizarding World of Harry Potter in Orlando, and through newer stories like Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them.
"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much." Thank you, J. K., for the memories. And in case you were wondering, I'm a Ravenclaw / Thunderbird. My patronus is a weasel. At just 9 3/4" long, my brittle wand is made from elm wood with a Phoenix feather core (one of the rarest). Here's to hoping your days are full of Butterbeer and you never get an earwax flavored Bertie Bott's.