The bus is a great place to read Harry Potter. I get super-excited about a magical adventure story en route to work. But, I'm less likely to talk to people while I'm reading. I pulled the book I'm currently reading, The Prisoner of Azkaban, out of my bag, and the old man across from me stared at it. It might have looked like a Bible because I left the colorful cover at home so that it wouldn't get worn and tattered. So, I displayed the inside title page to the old man and said, "It's Harry Potter." I'm pretty sure he was Armenian and didn't speak much English because he didn't really respond with words, but I think he felt caught for staring at the book. I then tried to motion like I was waving a wand, but then I felt silly. The lady next to me, who was buried in her own book, told me how much she loved the Harry Potter series and that she was sorry that it was finished. Then she incorrectly told me that I was reading the fourth book, which made me worried for the whole rest of the bus ride as I was possibly reading the wrong Harry Potter book.
