My Aunty got me reading the Harry Potter books. At the time the first four had been released and I was on holidays in Townsville with nothing to read. In that last week of holidays I disappeared into the world of Hogwarts and Diagon Alley, only to resurface a week or so after returning home and having to post back the last two books to my Aunty.
It almost seems pointless to rave about the joys of Harry Potter at this late stage, surely by now everyone who is likely to read them has heard their praise and given them ago... but then again maybe not.
J.K. Rowling has a beautiful turn of phrase and humour that mingles beautifully in the most believable and loveable kind of urban fantasy I've ever read. It brings the magical realms into our modern day and makes me feel like a kid again with the feeling in the pit of my stomach that magic might just be real.
She also creates vivid and interesting characters that grow and develop throughout the series, exposing faults and character flaws that make you love them all the more.
This is definitely a series I'll be reading to my children... one day... when I have them.