Is That a Stilton?

My parents were proponents of subscriptions to youth to magazines, records, books, anything that came regularly and kept me busy and satisfied. I don’t remember them all, but there was a recording of such favorites as Big Rock Candy Mountain, a magazine for the Boy Scouts even when I was only a Cub, a book showing me how things worked which made me an expert in television production by the time I was nine, and an inherited subscription to the Cheese-of-the-Month Club.

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Pass the Cheerios .. I Feel Like Reading

Back when Rowling was still writing additional volumes of Harry Potter one of the guys who worked with me openly suggested that this Hogwarts saga was what literature was all about. I politely argued the point and introduced him to this website dedicated to reading. A few weeks later he conceded the argument but replaced it with a variation of the tired old suggestion that reading, reading anything, was valuable since it inevitably developed the habit: Harry Potter was the gateway to Hugh Selwyn Mauberley.

I’m not so sure about this.

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