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It has been twenty years since the first Harry Potter book was published.

That's a photo of me geeking out at the Harry Potter Studio Tour near London last year, with my very own mug of butterbeer. 

And yes, I bought the collector's mug.

And yes, I am revisiting the tour this summer because they've recently added a section about the Forbidden Forest and I'm using my mother's visit as an excuse.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is that it has been twenty years since Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's (Philosopher's, sorry I'm American) Stone was published, eighteen years since I started reading the books, and the way that I feel about the stories and about the Harry Potter universe hasn't diminished one bit.

I know that I am not alone in feeling this way. The Harry Potter series played a significant role in the coming of age for my generation. The books were a source of entertainment and escapism, yes, but they also shaped who we grew to be. Through her writing, J.K. Rowling taught us about love and friendship, and that it w…

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