Not much to say about this one…
I like it.
Maybe it should be a smidge longer.
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It should come as no surprise (if you’ve been following along) that, of course, I love me some Harry Potter. Oddly, though, my favorite in the series is one that a lot of my HP-loving buddies didn’t really care for.
Today’s book is Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by (do I even need to say it?) J. K. Rowling.
Why is this one my fave? I’m not sure. Maybe it’s because I like the idea of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. I find the whole competition both terribly exciting and nerve-wracking (I actually feel ill when Harry is waiting for his turn before he battles the Hungarian Horntail).
Maybe it’s because the wizarding world opens up and we get a glimpse into schools other than Hogwarts.
Or, maybe it’s because this book was a major turning point of the series. I mean, Things. Get. Real. People die! (Oh, Robert P. I liked you so much better as sweet little Cedric.) Harry was growing up and so was his audience. Naturally, his story had to grow up with him. But, this book was right there in the middle–it had moved beyond the decidedly juvenile bent of the first three books but it hadn’t yet delved into the inescapable darkness of the last three books. It’s a happy In-Betweenland.
So, I guess I knew why after all.
“I am what I am, an’ I’m not ashamed. ‘Never be ashamed,’ my ol’ dad used ter say, ‘there’s some who’ll hold it against you, but they’re not worth botherin’ with.”