I write about Sherlock Holmes, cause he rocks.
It’s a very different thing to reread something I know well. I teach writing, and while I like to introduce new stories and novels as often as I can, I often find myself teaching works I’ve taught before. When you reread the same stories and novels over the years you start to become aware of a vertiginous, shadowy corridor of old selves. Sometimes these old selves actually live in the margins, permanently, in pen.
22 years ago today. 22 years ago today, a boy named Harry Potter boarded the Hogwarts Express. 22 years ago today, Ron Weasley asked if he could sit in Harry’s compartment. 22 years ago today, Hermione Granger asked they if they saw Neville’s toad. 22 years ago today, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sorted into Gryffindor. 22 years ago today, the golden trio met.