Dear J.K Rowling,

For as long as I can remember, I despised reading with every fiber of my body. I had to drag myself to my desk; forcing my eyes to dart across each page. I was born legally blind, and always felt ashamed of it because I could not see words as clearly as my classmates could. I panted, sweated, and was always left questioning if reading was ever going to be a strength, more or less a hobby of mine. That was, until I discovered a certain book series that was both magical and exciting, and what started my zeal for reading. It was a book series that I consider to this day, the best book series I have ever read. This series was none other than your Harry Potter series.

I read each book week after week, and the aspiration to read became more and more applicable to my lifestyle. My sight no longer felt bothersome or in the way. It only made me want to read more and more to prove to myself, and others, that I could read. There was not a sight requirement to see magic. I never read a series before that made me feel afraid to put it down because I thought the magic would end. Each book I read, I found a way to relate to each character by either putting myself in the book, or becoming the main character myself. Your stories helped me through some troubling times in my youth. It also taught me great lessons about the importance of courage, love, friendship, and individuality. Harry accompanied me through our ruthless teachers, the highs and lows of relationships and families, and helped me discover true friends that stood by to make us laugh at times that never seemed possible. I continue to indulge myself in your series because I endure a raw and real experience each time. I realized that I was also seeking to find magic in my life, and the only place that I could find this magic was in sheets of paper bound together within a single cover. I developed a real connection towards your series because I wanted to uncover the fascination, the magic, and discover a new perspective about the world around me.

Your story began in Little Whinging, Surrey on 4 Privet Drive, where the one and only Harry Potter, a lonely timid eleven year old boy, had been sent to live with his dreadful and repulsive aunt and uncle, the Dursley’s. This is also where you helped me discover my love for writing. Your writing and storytelling has its own magic that I hope to uncover on my own someday. I hope to tell my own grand stories with wonderful deeply-loved characters who go on magnificent adventures and discover their world. You have taught me that reading and writing will always be there to welcome me home, and I cannot thank you enough for that. I cannot wait to share my magical stories someay.