I returned to Hogwarts in book two of the infamous Harry Potter series as I once again read this book aloud to my daughters. Once again, the magic, hijinks, plot-twists, and characters of J.K. Rowling's world managed to keep my children enthusiastically engaged, begging me to read "one more chapter!" each night.
There was more character development and growing back story in this book. For example, the reader can tell that there will be a growing rift between the 'pure blood' wizards and the 'mud bloods' (half wizard half muggle born) and the muggle born children.
However, I didn't find this second book to be anything special. I've tired of the wizard world, and have told my daughters that they'll have to wait until next summer for me to read book three.


I'm not a Harry Potter evangelist. If your conscience won't allow you to read or watch Harry Potter, I have nothing against you. But if it means anything, I can honestly say that at no point in reading the books or watching the movies was I actually tempted to try to ride a broom, free any house elves, wield a wand or change my appearance using polyjuice potion. Instead, I was uplifted by a great and gripping story, the center of which lifts up sacrificial love.