My parents wouldn't let us read Harry Potter. My sister would check them out from the library, sneak them into her room, and hide them under the bed. I decided to obey my parents while i was living under their roof.

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As soon as i move out, i resolve to read the first book of the series, hoping to hate it, thinking i would find a reason to denounce them, just like my parents had. What i discovered was quite different... I couldn't put them down. So i read them one after another, wrapped up in the midst of winter, staying in my sister's in-laws' old plantation house.  It has drafts and a ghost and all.