My tumble down the Hogwarts rabbit hole was swift and welcome, and a love for reading had been born. And believe me, the healthy escape was far more embraced than the hole in my belly, and it was one that I’d taken with me, clinging to every book I got my hands on like a poor man held tight to his last penny. I couldn’t begin to imagine what my life would be like without books. Where would I be now had I not had those fictional friends to hold my hand and imagination captive? What would I have done differently if I’d always been fully submerged in the tumultuous, awful reality of my life?
