Tomorrow’s HP Day, huh? We’ll trek on over to the store and get it, then the three of us will fight over it and keep hiding it from one another.
I have really high hopes for this installment. I want it to bring me back to the fun and magical world of the first 3. (Or first 2 1/2). I want the Weasley’s humor, and the pranks. I want to not have to restrain myself from throwing myself in front of a truck before I’m even halfway through it. The tall child got about 4 chapters into the Order of the Phoenix and put it down for about 8 months. It was freakin depressing!
I do have a wee bit of an issue with the Harry Potter books, stemming from my days as children’s librarian. When the first HP book came out, it was MAGIC! The kids were so excited, and even children I hadn’t seen in there except to be babysat until their parents got home from work were reading. The excitement lasted until book 3.
I’ll never forget one little girl’s face when she saw the Prisoner of Azkaban. Her lip trembled and her eyes watered as she told me she wasn’t going to check it out after all, even though she’d been waiting on the reserve list. It was too long. She wouldn’t be able to read it. Child after child was discouraged by the length of the book. Parents, after hearing how the series had taken a turn for the darker, didn’t let their children read them.
I felt at the time, and I still feel now, that the NYT list went to JK’s head. She forgot her market—her original fan base—and it pisses me off. In case you couldn’t tell.
So while I understand the concept of Harry’s teenage angst and the inability to backpeddle too much as she nears the end of the series, I’m really hoping this one has the original’s humor and spark. Or at least doesn’t make me want to become a suicidal alcoholic.