I’m reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I know, I know, about six years behind schedule . . . But it’s almost like you have to work reading-the-Harry Potter-series into your schedule. Because once you dive in, most everything else is shoved to the side. It’s sort of like a 48-hour flu—a feverish experience, keeping you up at night with vivid dreams, waking you early by insistently nagging for your attention, dramatic in its hold on you. That’s the power of a good story.