Just Like You-Know-Who

Last night, I picked my Little Sister up at the airport along with her son, who is seven years old.

For the record, this kid, he could be me at seven. We love the same stories, both remember everything, and eat the same ice cream. Upon entering the house, my nephew perused my bookshelves. Which is what I will do when I enter your house. He asked, "Um, is that Hogwarts Castle?"

Of course, it was.

As you can see, I have a whole shelf devoted to Harry Potter. Including the box set of UK Children's additions. My nephew took The Tales of Beedle the Bard downstairs to read before bed. Additionally, he wanted to be absolutely certain that I had all three Lord of the Rings movies. What did he think this was, amateur hour?

On his way to bed, he pointed to the desk and asked about the computer, which at present is not set up. I told him, I also have a Netbook, a little laptop I use to write. He then said the best thing I have heard anyone say about my writing to date.

"Oh, you write too. Just like J.K. Rowling*." It was not a question. It was an observation.

Yes, nephew. Just like her. This was not the time for humility or a self-esteem crisis. J.K. Rowling is a writer and so am I.

I may have blushed.

I may in fact still be blushing.




An old picture of us, he is twice this size now!




*Note: He even pronounced her name correctly.