title: Harry, A History: The True Story of a Boy Wizard, His Fans, and Life Inside the Harry Potter Phenomenon
author:  Melissa Anelli 
description: With infectious, at times frenetic, excitement, Anelli presents two narratives in this hip report on how a boy wizard became a rock star. The first is a love letter to the fans of J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter: a smart, creative, multinational, generation-spanning and technology-driven community. In the second, Anelli gives readers an exhaustive, if often jumbled, time line of Harry Potter's popularity. Appropriately for the webmistress of the Leaky Cauldron Web site, the author pays attention to the power of the Internet and its symbiotic relationship with fan communities, known as fandoms. Anelli attributes the evolution of fandoms principally to Harry Potteran error that ignores other fandom phenomena like <i>Star Trek</i> or <i>The X-Files</i>. As she details her work with the Leaky Cauldron, readers get a view into the publishing world and the impressive tale of Harry Potter's ascension. Anelli also shares sweet scenes of meeting Rowling and the actors who portray the characters in the films. Fans will recognize themselves in these pages, and the curious might finally understand their friends. <i>(Nov. 4)</i> <br />Copyright  Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
zlib_text:  Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone 
   
  By J.K. Rowling 
   
   
   
  CHAPTER ONE 
   
   
  The Boy Who Lived 
   
        Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly 
  normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you’d expect to be involved in anything 
  strange or mysterious, because they just didn’t hold with such nonsense. 
   
        Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy 
  man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin 
  and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she 
  spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys 
  had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere. 
   
        The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was 
  that somebody would discover it. They didn’t think 