Growing up an undiagnosed dyslexic in the ‘70s, reading was nearly impossible. I missed many of the beloved childhood books my friends devoured. I still haven’t read “Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm” or “The Secret Garden.”
Lucky for me, my family came to the rescue and my sister and mother read to me from the fantastical “Oz” books. I heard the charming Dr. Seuss. I loved stories and would listen to records of books check out of the library. My favorite was “Alice an Wonderland.” There were also movies of some of the best kids books like “Charlotte’s Web” and “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.” Watching and listening turned me into a different kind of storyteller.
When J.K. Rowling published the first “Harry Potter” I was a grown women but, like many adults, I fell head over heals for every book in the series. Picking up “The Sorcerer’s Stone” was like being given a childhood where I could read. Like many things you fall in love with as a child, I’m devoted to the series and the movies.
