Love and Empathy
One of the first books I have a distinct memory of reading is Harry Potter. I must’ve been around kindergarten when my mom started reading it to me at bedtime. Sure, looking back on it, maybe this was a bit young, but I ate it up. It’s now been several years since I last reread any of the books, but the memories are still prominent in my mind. If you’re unfamiliar with the plot of Harry Potter, it follows the story of an eleven year old boy, who finds out that he is a wizard, after living with his neglectful aunt and uncle for the past ten years of his life. The following books then proceed to follow his journey in an attempt to protect the wizarding world he comes to love from the villain who is responsible for his parents’ deaths. As many of us did, I became enamored by his story. One memory that particularly stands out to me to this day is that I would wake up early before school in the mornings and sit on the floor in the living room to read ahead of what my parents