Safe places

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Rereading books is a habit I’ve been trying to break for years.

The problem first began with the Harry Potter series. I’d stay up after all the grown ups had turned out their lights, sneak into a little storage closet, turn the light on and read for hours. I reveled in the deep velvety darkness that formed the backdrop of my excursions to Hogwarts. Since those first excursions, I’ve visited the corridors of Hogwarts several times. Each time as my outward life has tipped into chaos, I’ve retreated into the familiar worlds my favorite writers have dreamed up. Continue reading “Safe places”