Thirteen years ago, for Christmas, my mom got me my very first copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.  Since then we’ve gone through two hardback copies of the first book, and a paperback, and we are on our second copy of many of the subsequent books.

That Christmas, I hadn’t even finished my first reading of the first book, when it disappeared from my room.  After some serious searching, and major denials from everyone (including the dog), I finally found it under Nick’s pillow.  I don’t think he was sorry he hid it, just sorry I found it.

After that it became a battle for The Book.  Soren, Nick & I took turns fighting, loudly, over whose book it was, who lost whose bookmark, who hid the book.  WHERE WAS THE BOOK.

It took a full week before Christian, then eight, and Cole, then five, clued in that there was A Book.  A book that they would very much like read to them. After that it became a four way struggle over The Book.  A struggle repeated with each new release of a Harry Potter book.

Last week, after seven years of sleeping in puppy piles, with mom & dad, with a brother or sister, we moved Dane into his very own room.  This did not sit well with Dane, until I pulled out The Book.  Not that I could find The Book.  Either the third copy has also fallen apart, much like the first copy, and the second copy, or one of the boys (not me!) took it with them when they moved out.

Thankfully Amazon has an amazing lending library and I had a copy downloaded on my kindle in no time flat.  My kindle is my favorite belonging. I love my kindle with all my heart.  With my favorite book downloaded, Dane and I snuggled up and I started, for the millionth wonderful time;

“Chapter 1 – The Boy Who Lived”

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