magic

Don’t you all see how fun this is? I wanted to cry out. Instead, I whispered, “Yeah, b-b-books are weird,” and hid Junie B. Jones in my backpack. My classmates treated books the way I sometimes treated Girl Scout girls: with cold, eight-year-old contempt.

So far, Deathly Hallows is, to me, about the divide between the living, the dead, and the living who have seen death. Harry and I are part of an exclusive club: Those under 30 who have experienced death. And when I say “experienced,” I don’t mean “witnessed.” I mean really, really felt it, all the way through.

Put on your robes, grab your spell books, and get down to the Great Hall! It’s breakfast time at Hogwarts!

So, you know those magic weight loss supplements are bogus. Right?

The new live action Cinderella flick boasts some gorg glass slippers . . . possibly because squirrel fur slippers aren't as flashy.

A religious founder, prolific writer, reported spy and celebrity fixture, Aleister Crowley brought a unique brand of creepiness to the arts scene.

The media seems to be overlooking the implications of two mega-centenarian eels and their obviously magical well.

Bend your knee. It's Rowling's birthday—what better time to cast a few song-spells.