Twenty short years ago, Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone was published. A particular kind of magic was unleashed into the world, and we haven't been the same since!
I'd never been a great reader of fantasy, and when I heard “Dragons, wizards, magic!” I thought ... meh, not for me. How wrong I was!
When I finally came to the books (only after the second movie was released, if I remember correctly), I still wasn't immediately won over. The first book is really written for younger readers and while I thought it was fun, it was only when I started reading through the succeeding books, that I realized how magnificent Rowling's world, her characters and her intricately interconnected plots were. By the release of the fifth book, Goblet of Fire (my second favorite in the series), I was standing in line beside my kids outside the book store, waiting for the midnight release, as keen a fan as ever there was.
I joined the HP fandom, and reveled in it!  My favorite online sites podcasts were The Leaky Cauldron (I still miss Melissa, Sue and Jon) and Pottercast. A highlight was attending 2007's Phoenix Rising fan conference in a post-Katrina New Orleans, and finally finding my tribe. I presented a paper on the psychology of Harry and his world, called Harry on the Couch, (which just last month I delivered again at The Franschhoek Literary Festival in South Africa). Three days of Wizard Rock concerts in Bourbon street, wizard duels in the hotel (beside the accountant delegates and military bigwigs from two other conferences held at the same time), quizzes and competitions, midnights screenings of the movies while snuggled up in squashy purple sleeping bags, and immersing myself deeper in HP - from the perspectives of experts in genetics, politics, feminism, cinematic arts, music, alchemy, botany and literary theory - it was fantastic in every way!
These magical books, their themes and stories, their fans around the globe - have gotten me through some tough times. They still provide me with joy, and with inspiration in my own journey as a writer, because having seen the impact of Harry Potter on my own and others' lives, I will NEVER discount the importance of writing and reading for the purposes of sheer entertainment and escapism. At its best, it's holy, noble work.
So when some or other ignorant asks (as they inevitably do), “Harry Potter? Still? After all this time?” I reply, “Always.”
Of course it has mostly been all in my head, but on earth should that mean it’s not real?