This is a post about a wizard named Harry, and a lesson I needed to re-learn. (No, not the “you’re-a-wizard-Harry” you’re probably thinking of. A different wizard named Harry.) I’ve been reading an urban fantasy series, the Dresden Files. Re-reading, actually. The joy of re–reading a familiar book is the mental space it creates for appreciating or critiqueing the author’s craft and depth (or shallowness) of insight. The first time around, I’m just enjoying the story. The second time around, I... Read more