halfway point meanderings on harry potter
The book, thus far, has only served to further my insistence that the character of Harry Potter is, as they say, a prig. Or a wanker. Or a jerk. Whichever pleases you. I just don't like him. Never have.
Also, the quality of writing has seriously diminished. Granted, it wasn't high literature to begin with, but I think this book is missing some of the breathless descrpitions that made the earlier books so delightful.
And the Young Wizards in Love sublot is dreadful. Some of the passages read like Degrassi Junior High, with wands.
There is plenty to like about the book, but I don't want to give anything away, so we'll leave that for a full review later on.
That said, I'm thoroughly enjoying the read. Escapism is a wonderful thing. I'll have more on that tomorrow when I post something I'll call In Defense of Adults Reading Harry Potter (and other children's books).
Speaking of adults acting like children, we're off to see Willy Wonka.