Seriously, don't read this review if you haven't read the books.
The biggest compliment I can think to give an 870 page book is that I wish it had been longer. I wish this had been longer.
This book has always been my favorite in the series. Up until it, Harryās story had been filled with light. Sure, there were some tough parts earlier on, and while it's true that some darkness crept into the ending of the previous installment, for the most part, that was a pretty happy book compared to this. Ron got over his jealousy, the school eventually got behind Harry as a Champion, and good still triumphed over evil. Our hero surmounted impossible odds in the Triwizard Tournament and then managed to escape Voldemort, yet again, and warn the wizarding world of his return.
And then BAM!
The beginning of this book hits you in the face. Where you expect Harry to be in the know, heās in the dark, where you expect The Daily Prophet to be filled with stories about the ministry pursuing Voldemort, thereās only silence, where you expect excitement about returning to Hogwarts there is only frustration and angst. And you know what? You get it, you frigging get it, man.
Because you were with Harry when he faced Voldemort and his Death Eaters alone, you stood beside him as the shades of his parents appeared from the tip of his enemyās wand and helped save his life. And when he made it back to safety, you were just as dumbfounded as he was when the minister of magic refused to believe him, refused to believe Dumbledore.
So how dare they? How dare they let him rot, alone, in a house full of people who hate and ridicule him, while the murderer of his parents begins to rebuild his army? How dare they feed him snippets like āWe canāt tell you anything about what weāve been doing, and weāve been doing A LOT. But donāt worry, weāll see you soon, we just canāt tell you whenā? As if he hasnāt been through enough. If anyone has the right to know whatās going on, itās Harry. Doesnāt anyone KNOW him like we do? Or do they just think that they know whatās best for him better than he does?
And thatās part of the genius of this installment. This book grows up. Where the previous four could be labeled as childrenās stories, this one cannot. There are so many hard lessons and difficult themes in this, ones that a childās mind cannot fully grasp. Gone are the heroes, gone are the happy endings. This book teaches you that adults arenāt the perfect protectors you thought they were. Sirius isnāt infallible. James Potter isnāt infallible. Albus frigging Dumbledore isnāt infallible. None of them are. None of them are even fully good. And come to find out, those you thought were fully evil might not be either. This book introduces you to shades of grey, and each revelation seems to hit you harder than the last.
Normally, I hate angst. This is mostly because I find the vast majority of what I see these days to be a sorry excuse to lengthen a story or a shoddy attempt to distract a reader from glaring issues. Trying to cover up weak characterization? Add some angst! Want to hide those holes in your plot? Add some angst!
The only type of angst I can stand is believable angst. Rowling delivers on this. And thatās one of the many reasons that I love this book. There are a lot of other reasons, Fred and Georgeās badassery, Ginny Weasley finding her voice and becoming a character in her own right, the undiluted rage that coursed through my body every time I read a scene that included Delores Umbridge, the incredible courage and honesty of Hermione Granger, the loyalty of Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom coming into his own, the failed Occlumency lessons (I WILL ALWAYS HATE SNAPE) and the way the entire school ended up doing exactly what the sorting hat suggested at the beginning of the year and banded together as one against the ministryās interference.
I even loved the ending. YES, I SAID IT! And do you know why? Because life isnāt sunshine and roses and you donāt always get to say goodbye to those you love. You donāt get the sense that Siriusās death was a righteous one. You donāt get resolution. He didnāt make some grand sacrifice to save the lives of many others. He died taunting the bad guys, smiling at them, egging them on as though he was still that ego-inflated teenager you glimpsed through the pensieve. And then you find out that it was all for nothing. That there were so many ways that it could have been avoided. How do you deal with that? The best you can, I guess.
So while I donāt necessarily "enjoy" this book as much as I do the others, it remains my favorite in the series for the reasons I listed above.
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