And it’s Harry Potter. I didn’t *want* to like it. Really. I’m still a little bitter over all the fanlove that’s been lavished on it, when I would get nothing but blank stares back when I was reading the Narnia books. But between the first movie (which did not suck) and my old boss (a big fan who insisted on explaining Quidditch one lunch break) I became intrigued in spite of my self.

And then there was the fic. And the *good* recs provided by the likes of Te and others. And I began thinking, hey…. this doesn’t suck at all. And I began pondering the differences between HP and Narnia, and I came up with a big one. According to CS Lewis, magic and wonder are things of childhood that must be left behind when one reaches puberty (I was very attached to the four Pevnise children and was always grumpy that he didn’t stick with them). But in Rowling’s world, magic stays with you however long you wish it to. (Her discription of the Quidditch world cup make me think of a particularly boisterous and off kilter ren faire)