"Seven books," she whispered to the cat. "There are seven. How did I miss this for twenty-two years?"
Three hours later, she had finished the book and was halfway through Chamber of Secrets , her coffee cold, her cat giving her judgmental looks from the armchair. By dawn, she had devoured four books and was crying over Order of the Phoenix . cuantos libros de harry potter hay
The cat blinked slowly, then knocked over her coffee. "Seven books," she whispered to the cat
"Just one chapter," she told herself.
Lena laughed — a real, honest laugh — and opened Half-Blood Prince . Outside, the rain stopped. Inside, she had found her Hogwarts at last. her coffee cold