17. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K. Rowling

 


Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

J.K. Rowling

One can never have enough socks. Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.

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