A Plea To J.K. Rowling: It’s Gone On Long Enough

The day I turned 11 and nothing came through the postage slot except for a card from my grandmother, I was faced with a choice between two world views. The first was that my letter from Hogwarts got lost in the mail. The second was that the Harry Potter universe did not exist, because if there were a magical underbelly lining the drudgery of daily life, I surely would be part of it. For all Potter fans of my generation, the 11th birthday was a rite of passage. It was the day the lining...