I must be the last person on earth to read Harry Potter for the first time… After the debacle of Twilight, my younger daughter insisted that I read a book of her choice, which turned out to be Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.
Now I’m not going to keep reading the entire series, but I’m happy to report that I had a good time reading the book, despite my sell-documented dislike for fantasy. Unlike Twilight, I found Harry Potter to be pleasantly well written, the dialogs to properly advance the action, and the action to move briskly towards uncovering some of the secrets of Harry’s tortured family past (naturally the author needs to save some for the following six tomes!). That being said, this is a book for older kids, not for adults. And I encountered the usual problems I have with fantasy. If this is all make-believe, why does the wizards’ school function exactly like a standard English private school? Why do students of magic strive to play Quidditch, with its bizarre rules, when they could easily apply their powers to tweak the game? And why do they rely on those silly message-carrying owls when they could use good old email? Fortunately the action managed to make me forget those quibbles while I was reading!