Books

I just read them alongside my daughter, having previously skipped them in favor of the movies. I’d actually say they’re a perfect entree into reading for pleasure, and while hardly Faulkner or James Joyce, they’re sophisticated enough that you won’t feel silly, and the writing subtly grows with the characters (and the original audience), so the last book is longer and denser than the first, though again, it’s not trying to make you dance with the prose or analyze the book in order to glean any enjoyment.

Jo Rowling is who she is, as a writer and a person, and I won’t judge if you find a way to read them for free, but she really did assemble something magical with that original run of books.