on Harry and the not-so-magical world...

warning: contains spoilers.


*sigh*

So. This is not a criticism, and probably not necessary if not for the fact that I was disappointed – to the level I couldn’t believe possible when it comes to HP – but I was, and it’s impossible to let go without, at least, an effort to work out the reasons for my dissatisfaction.
Rowling seems to have lost her touch. Really.
I can’t figure out the urgency for that bit of romance in the middle of the book. Adolescence? Pimples highlight it better. But all right, salute the commoners: romance is natural. But the ‘triangle’, the continuous jealousy, the ‘roaring creature’? I’m sorry, but no.
And Dumbledore. Begging for his life? So character-building is just a myth. His death might be to grant Harry his leeway to set up his own standing...or position, if you will. And he has told Harry everything he has to say. I might be a bit too inclined towards Dumbledore, but honestly, I’m not ready for him to die just yet. Which I’m sure is the case with most of the readers too. I have 7 full complaints delivered to my mailbox so far, which I have delayed opening until I finished the book myself. I can’t see him as an old man finally being idiotic enough to fall into a trap set up by a student, involving the use of a magical cabinet.
This, coming from the only man feared by Voldemort?
I finally understand what irony stands for, and still finds it difficult to grasp what the fascination is all about.

These are some of the remarks I find really amusing in book five; you might have an idea of what I expected book six to be:

...he lost his head completely during tea-leaf reading, saying it looked to him as though Professor Marchbanks would shortly be meeting a round, dark, soggy stranger, and rounded off the whole fiasco by mixing up the life and head lines on her palm and informing her that she ought to have died the previous Thursday.

(Ron) had just made Harry feel rather better by telling him how he had told the examiner in detail about the ugly man with a wart on his nose in his crystal ball, only to look up and realize he had been describing his examiner’s reflection.

There are some more, and they made me laugh. I remember not having laughed – or finding myself amused – as much this time. I miss that.
Book six will take a lot more than a powerful Memory Charm to get over...perhaps with a better, much better seventh book.

Yeah...good night, all of you.