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I was delighted when my son discovered JK Rowling’s books. But the boy wizard’s magic is in danger of being sullied by a glut of pricey merchandise
It was the frog that pushed me over the edge. I’ve never been a Harry Potter fan myself – I was already out of kids’ books when they first came out, and those clever grown-up covers weren’t enough to tempt me back – but I’d always admired JK Rowling from afar. Who wouldn’t? A writer whose imagination transfixed the world, whose riches now exceed those of the Queen, but who has founded a children’s charity, pays her taxes in full, and remains both poised and politically engaged: as role models go, it is hard to think of a better one.
So I was pleased when my seven-year-old son went Harry Potter crazy. Having never read to himself before, he was suddenly ...