With Potter-mania still a force to be reckoned with
and my own literary obsessions flitting around as they will, I’ve been thinking
about fantasy stories and why I like some and just can’t lose myself in
others. For most of 2010 I read hardly
anything that didn’t center around the adventures of a wizard named Harry…
Dresden. Yet whenever I’ve tried to go
to Hogworts, whether in book or movie form, to visit with that other wizard
named Harry, it’s felt like a chore.