I don’t what it is about my Harry Potter love, but recently it just seems to be rearing up with force. I mean, it’s always been here, not even that far underneath my nerdy exterior, but the past couple of months have brought it to the surface even more.
I think it’s this horrible combination of stress and nostalgia that the summer is giving me that’s making me turn to the one place that will always feel comforting, the one place that feels like home. The pages of those books. The words of that story.