I obtained a copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Saturday afternoon. Well after the anticipated rush. I don't know why people are so fanatic about releases. I didn't have to stand in line, fight people, or hope there were enough left. But I digress. I finally finished it last night. It took me so long because I had to read during lunch breaks or after my family went to sleep or were napping. I rather felt like I was pushing through muck just to arrive at the end. I wanted to know what happened. Oh, sure I could have googled it at this point, but where is the earned satisfaction in that? The book was okay. Just okay. There wasn't nearly as much tragedy as I had thought there would be. Books five and six began to lead down a rather dark path which I believed were precursors to a devastating seventh and final novel. It was predictable. And worse, every instance that Harry got out of trouble was through shear luck or out side intervention. Right up to the final battle. Sure he offed Voldy in a lone fight, but only because Dumbledore was a master of dominoes. I wanted to see Harry rise on his own. To take the reigns. And honestly, he should have died. The tragic hero, the magician martyr.
The final chapter entitled "Nineteen years later," was pure dribble. It was stiff and forced. Everything tidied right up. The two couples you wanted together were, and they were happy, and they had kids all named after the true tragic figures of the story.
Anyone who has discussed Harry Potter with me knows that I have said from the beginning that Snape was essentially a good guy. I think it was after book 4 that i knew he was in love with Lily. A lot of people knew that. I'm glad that we Snape supporters have at least been granted proof that we were correct.
This book left a lot to be desired for me. It could have been so much more and it fell short.
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