After this novel was released in 1998, Harry Potter became a bit of a global phenomenon.  One I had managed to mostly avoid, until now.  With a trip (or 2) planned to Universal Studios later this year and with a promise from a certain someone to quit smoking should I read all the books and watch all the movies, I went about reading the first entry in the series, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone to see what the fuss was about.

And, I have no idea what all the fuss was about.  I can see why kids would enjoy it, but the response from adults is mostly a mystery to me.  Other than a small bit at the end, there was little in the way of excitement in the entire book.  I’m told the books get better, but I’m not entirely looking forward to finding out if that is true or not.