Discussions VIII
She'd heard of the book – who hadn't, it was supposed to be one of the best new books for kids out there – but Tara hadn't picked it up, because, back home, looking at a book with a boy wearing what looked like a dress on a broomstick could've gotten her beaten, at best.
But now that she had a place of her own, she could read whatever she wanted, without anyone complaining or threatening her for her choice of books.
Tara settled in to read Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone with a cup of mint tea steaming gently on the table next to her. The story seemed familiar at first – her heart hurt for Harry, for enduring the Dursleys the way he had to, but then, the owls started arriving.
By the time Tara finished the novel, she wanted to cry, or maybe throw the book across the room. There would be no Hogwarts for the likes of her, back home or at college.