“No human face is exactly the same in its lines on each side, no leaf perfect in its lobes, no branch in its symmetry. All admit irregularity as they imply change; and to banish imperfection is to destroy expression, to check exertion, to paralyze vitality. All things are literally better, lovelier, and more beloved for [their] imperfections…”
– John Ruskin
Today is July 31st, the birthday of the famous Harry Potter! I was very lucky to have grown up with Harry as the books came out. Until recently, I took it for granted that readers from 1997 to 2007 got to be a part of Harry Potter hype while the books were still rolling out; generations from now, the story will be just as incredible and just as magical, but at only one point in history did we get to be the ones to read it first. It got me to thinking about other works of children’s literature, and what it would have been like to be the first children to read The Hobbit or Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. As wonderful as it must have been, nothing beats Hagrid banging down the door of that forlorn shack in the middle of the sea, a slightly squashed birthday cake in one of his enormous pockets.