For a very long time, my parents would take me to see a magician every year for my birthday in this tiny underground theater. Even though I had seen the show about twenty times, it never ceased to dazzle me. That’s probably one of the most important things to know about me. I don’t just hope magic exists in our world, I really truly believe it’s already here. You just have to have enough wonder to be able to see it all around you.
Today I want to highlight my favorite magical realism books (because I’m trying really hard to not talk about The Boy Who Lived, again). These are stories that blur the line between what is real and something a little more fantastical. It is positively my favorite genre that I never seem to read enough of.