“Tons of stuff. Fantasy’s my favourite.When I was a kid, I read all the Harry Potter books about . . . oh, I don’t know . . . at least ten times. And Susan Cooper. You know, Dark is Rising, that whole series.”
I didn’t know. But it certainly didn’t surprise me that the darkness beneath would rise. What else could it do? This kid, who thought she had stopped being a kid – my God! – was on a journey, a lonely journey. Books would help, a little. Even Harry Potter. I glanced at the magician bank, hoping that some vaudevillian ta-da would transport me from the dreary world of muggles or, as humans are called in another series my own kids enjoyed, Children of the Lamp, mundanes. Mundanes is better – I think I would hit it off more with that author than with J. K. Rowling.
“I read other stuff
