![]() Reading, something that had been so significant in my life and valuable to my academic and personal development, was now missing, and I now felt somewhat disconnected from my own mind and somehow my own body. ![]() Like many who were avid readers in their primary school years, entering middle and high school drastically altered not only the time I had for reading but the energy and passion I once possessed for it as well. I often found myself escaping into the pages of thick books and mesmerizing stories – escaping from what I am not sure, but I did know that if I was suddenly granted the gift of transporting myself into Hogwarts’ walls to learn Transfiguration instead of second-grade math I would abuse that power like there was no tomorrow. Throughout elementary school, I rarely went a week without beginning or completing a new novel: I devoured all seven “ Harry Potter ” books within a year, read and reread and reread and reread “ The True Blue Scouts of the Sugar Man Swamp “, adored “ Remarkable”, obsessed over Carli Lloyd’s “ All Heart” and only allowed myself to read “ Esperanza Rising ” once because I could not envision feeling the same magic once more. By Rosalie Johnson, Reporter, Assistant Editor ![]()
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