Considering my husband’s pack-ratting tendencies, the day we ever have to move from this house will truly be enlightening.
One day he’ll emerge from some dark corner of the basement with a belt buckle from his grandfather’s time during WWI in the Canadian army. Or he’ll lift a box in the garage and find a treasure (?) trove of every single one of his father’s license plates. And here they'll stay, with the thread-bare beach towel from his fraternity’s initiation weekend and our 42 year-old’s plastic Star Wars Tie fighter.
Today he handed me a small paperback of 45 pages that he’s had squirreled away for well over 12 years. I know this because the store where he bought it was torn down in 2004. It’s escaped our notice all this time, but its time has finally come.
The author is Newt Scamander, and the title is Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them, a textbook for use not only at Hogworts, but essential to all well-informed wizarding households.
We saw the movie last night and I recommend it highly if you’re looking for another world to inhabit for a while.
And I’m sure there’s no connection whatsoever between the fact that we keep embracing escapism by way of a darkened movie theater (Dr. Strange last week) and the outcome of the election.