Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
by J.K. Rowling
Sorcerer's Stone, Philosopher's Stone, la pedra filosofal, 神秘的魔法石, l'ecole des sorciers, or whatever you may call the book, you've most definitely have heard of it unless you've been living on Privet Drive for the past twenty years.
It must have been nine or ten years ago when I first picked up Harry Potter as a measly first grader. It was kind of a stepping stone between books that were sixty pages of fairy fun times and books that were more than a hundred pages and were actually challenging to read. Nowadays I don't read a ton of fantasy, but I always feel like I can slip effortlessly back into this world of witches, wizards, sorcerers, trolls, broomsticks, and magic. Elementary/Middle Grade fantasy is where I like to play.
I've read the series countless times. At one point around sixth or seventh grade, I got frustrated: when I would finish one book I would have a hard time deciding which one I'd like to pick up next.
I really love J.K. Rowling's writing. I think it takes a special talent to write for kids and not dumb it down just because their younger. It also takes talent to write for kids in a way that also captivates adults. The Sorcerer's Stone is a book that people will give to their children.
I've got nothing but compliments for the first installment of the Harry Potter series. I realize that it's fairly new, barely fifteen years old, and it's no Shakespeare or Faulkner or Dante or whoever else is a supposed most famous author ever, but the Harry Potter books are at the top of a list called "Sam's Most Favoritest Books Ever."
That is all. Thank you and good night. I shall see you soon when I read Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Au revoir. Adiós. Abschied.
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