Despite the hundreds of books I have read and loved, lost, or disliked, I always found an increased favoritism to my Boston book. We grew together as twisted vines might, contorting and fusing until my soul and its soul were so intertwined there was no deciphering where it began and I ended. When I moved from city to city, house to house, I found comfort in the book and the way it trapped the smell of every place I had visited, between every page there was a memory of traveling, of the city, of loneliness, of happiness. When, in the turbulent days of puberty and middle school, every friend I had turned against me, the book remained by my side, …show more content…
Harvard is crimson, my middle school was maroon, my high school is red, and most importantly, my Hogwarts house is scarlet. On cloudless nights, in a childlike reverie, I wished for a crimson-gilded future. In daylight, I worked toward my dreams, with a determinant work ethic, and when the current pushed me back, I fought to swim forward. My path has not been an easy one, dragons and thorn bushes have obstructed my path with every twist and turn, the fabled Giant Squid has emerged from the depths of the sea and legendary villains have emerged, their inky flesh demarcating the challenge they posed against me. Yet, with my pen as Excalibur and my heart as my compass, I have slain dragon and fiend alike, and while I did not escape unscathed (alas, even Harry has a scar), I did win the battle against all