I had planned for months to write this essay on J.K. Rowling’s franchise Harry Potter, but it never quite came out right. I sat in front of my laptop screen for hours on end trying to create a coherent essay, but it all sounded too cliche, it was so artificial I was ashamed to claim it as my own work. So I returned to the drawing board, desperate to find some piece of literature or music that not only resonated with me, but one that had shaped me, made me who I was. During this time I received several new books, one of which was The Art of Wishing by Lindsay Ribar, and I decided to read it on the long bus ride back from a marching band competition. The book was fantastic, so compelling I only put it down long enough to get off the bus and get
