In J. K. Rowling’s Harry Potter novels it is suggested that the magical world which, she creates, exists in other areas of the world besides the United Kingdom.
Here then is the story of Felicity Stockwell, a normal American girl with a family secret. It is a story of the magical world of J. K. Rowling invention as found in America. Within this story the reader will find references to the world of Harry Potter but in a uniquely American context expressing the American experience, history, culture and values.
Greg Kearney July 2003
Felicity looked out the window at the steeple of the First Congregational Church across the street from her house. It was early June, and, as is the case in Rhode
Island this time of year, fog had crept in from the bay and now lay like a thick woolly blanket over the roofs of Providence. The steeple of the old church disappeared into fog.
“Great,” thought Felicity, “the first day of summer vacation and my thirteenth birthday and it’s wet and foggy.”
Felicity had been in a somewhat sour mood anyway upon learning that her mother and father had planned to leave for Cape Cod on Saturday. She would have to celebrate her birthday at her grandparents’ “cottage ” on the Cape, away from her friends. To make matters worse, there was nothing to do there.