I think I’ll ever get tired of this saga. To re-read it and rediscover it. To get passionate, cry, laugh, get angry with these magnificent characters.
<<Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you’d expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn’t hold with such nonsense.
Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large moustache. Mrs. Dursleywas thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbours. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere>>
I could write a treatise on this story because nothing before or after has moved me so deeply! 7 books (translated into 77…
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