Reading Harry Potter in my mid-twenties (while under lockdown)

Flawed as they may be, the seven books helped me escape the horrors of reality and entrusted me with hope—that I, too, might apply myself to what I think is both therapeutic and rewarding: writing

The interminable lockdown days did one good thing for me. It helped me cast off my age-old literary pretensions and do something I’ve always wanted to do: read JK Rowling’s Harry Potter series. The first thing that came to my mind as I picked up The Sorcerer’s Stone (or The Philosopher’s Stone ) was—am I not too old for this? But as I kept reading, I got so engrossed in the narrative, my mind taking elaborate flights of fancy, that I hardly noticed time’s passing.