Exactly a year ago today, I made a big confession.
Well, I told her after I’d finished reading all seven books.
I wanted to formulate my own opinion on the subject so I could appropriately make my case.
I was afraid, you see. I was afraid that there would be an argument or I’d get grounded or disowned.
The funny thing is, I’m 20, in college, I have a job and a driver’s license, and I’m getting married in June. So really, I am allowed to do pretty much whatever I want unless it’s illegal. And my parents are very friendly, reasonable people.
So why was I so afraid to tell them that I had read Harry Potter?
Despite what you might think, I did not grow up in an extremist right-wing, legalistic religious commune where we dressed in white and sang Amazing Grace every two hours. I did, however, grow up in a conservative, Christian, homeschooling household (which, depending on who…
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