I'm just sitting there by that cozy spot near the window. The one with the soft light that always makes the words seem just a little more alive. Today, it's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Again, it's the 21st time I read it.Each time I open it, I'm amazed at how much I still love it. how much I feel like I'm fighting my way through the tri- wizard tournament with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. The words flow almost automatically, and I don't even need to read them.I know them by heart. But today, something ...