Years ago, when everyone was reading the Harry Potter series, I didn't really get it.
I didn't want to go to Hogwarts.
I wasn't curious about the taste of butter beer or Bertie Botts'.
Harry's scar wasn't particularly cool to me.
I didn't care if Harry ended up with Cho or Ginny.
While I could read and enjoy Rowling's world.... no magic for me. Now, Anna and the French Kiss. Stephanie Perkins. Magic.
I desperately want to attend SOAP in Paris.
I'd could eat salmon and ricotta sandwiches daily.
Anna makes a bold streak of bleach blonde cool again.
Anna and Etienne St. Clair *must* end up together!
Perfect, escapist fantasy!