I’ve been on the lookout for magic for as long as I can remember. When I was young, I regularly tested myself to see whether my incipient magical powers had arrived. For some reason I can’t now remember, the test itself was always the same: I would close my eyes and attempt to conjure a tiny swimming pool (the ultimate wish for a city kid, perhaps). I imagined that the pool would have a bright blue liner and a twisty slide about the right size for a baby gerbil. I was a strange kid --- or at least one who was open to the world’s possibilities.
As I got older, I performed the swimming-pool test less and less often. Meanwhile, I read more and more books. I was accepting what wasn