Late one evening last year, I was walking past my 7-year-old daughter's bedroom when I noticed that she had left a flashlight on under her bed. Getting down on my hands and knees, I saw that the light was not coming from a flashlight. Light was filtering down from the covers above. Standing up, I said, "Sweetheart, please turn off the flashlight, put the book away, and go to sleep. It is 11 o'clock, and tomorrow your teacher would appreciate you being awake in class." From under the covers came a muffled and surprised, "How did you know?" I explained that I, too, had spent my fair share of late nights conducting my own underground reading. She then pulled back her covers and revealed her partner in crime, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (Rowling, 1998).