This week I’m finishing up my reread of Harry Potter. Only three books to go! I won’t make it by the time Cursed Child releases, but close enough. Then I’m going into hibernation to prevent any spoilers from seeping through until I can read Cursed Child. If you know anything, don’t tell me!
Other news: If you missed the announcement, Broken Fate is now free on all eBook platforms, so go grab a copy if you haven’t already.
Also, I’m seeking book bloggers and reviewers who are interested in receiving a digital ARC of Avenging Fate. If you’re interested, please fill out this form and I’ll add you to my list. I should be receiving them soon, so let me know ASAP if you’re interested.
- Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. A lot of people rate this book as their least favorite citing its length and sometimes chaotic plot lines. I loved it, though. Umbridge is one of my favorite characters in all of literature. I just love to hate her. She reminds me of some very bad bosses I had and I just want to smack her. This is the book where Harry really starts to grow up. As such, it’s full of the teenage awkwardness and whining that everyone has to go through to become the hero. I think people disliked it because it was less about thrilling exploits and more about character development and growth.
- Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. This book elicited more tears than any other. This is the book where Harry (more or less) finishes growing up and deals with some very adult situations. He reaches that point every kid reaches where you realize life isn’t always fair and things don’t always turn out okay, no matter how much you may want them to or how hard you try. It’s a loss of innocence and it’s heartbreaking.
- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Sad. Joyous. Thrilling. All the things that an ending should be. The first time I read this, I cried when I finished, not because the story was sad (although it was), but because the long journey was over. Even though J.K. Rowling seems interested in continuing the story, at least in limited ways, nothing will ever compare to those first books and the experience of reading them along with the rest of the world.