On losing oneself in a book.

[We are lying in bed reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Harry scoops up the golden egg during the first task, and Pascale leaps up straight into the air, does a fist pump and lets out a squeal of delight. She flops back down, clapping intensely.]

Mummy. I know that I am not in the book, and that Harry cannot hear me.

But that was very exciting.


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