Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

Harry Potter is life. It just is. It was after all a decade (and more) of growing up with Harry’s story, so like many, I waited for this book and bought it with so much uncontrollable excitement. 

First off, I knew even before that this novel was written as a play. I expected it to feel different and I knew it wouldn't be the same, but I welcomed it anyway because it's Harry Potter after all. I was just happy that I had the chance to come back to the same characters I loved. That's all I wanted. 

I should also mention that I am not a picky Potterhead at all. That being said, I did finish it last night and what a disappointment. This work truly upset me, made me sad. 

I'm skeptical as to how much Rowling actually put into this. There were two other writers, and honestly, it was kind of obvious. First off, the atmosphere is way off. The magic just isn't there. Is this taking place in the same Wizarding world? It didn't feel like it. Then, the character, which arguably, are the heart and soul of the stories, were butchered! They deserved better. As for the plot, I felt it was incredibly contrived. It just read like a really bad fanfic and I enjoy a good fan fic every once in a while. There were many moments I rolled my eyes, wanting to scream at the writers, knowing that Rowling would have never done this to these characters and this world if she had 100% control over the story. Perhaps if her name wasn't attached to this and it's not considered canon, I would like it much better because this excuse of an 8th Harry Potter book was just a sad and stunning disappointment. 

Should YOU read it? Sure. I know some who liked it, so you should definitely read it and judge it for yourself. I hope you love it more than I did, because sadly, I didn’t. Now I’ll just post this photo I took of the Hogwarts castle, purge this “8th book” from my memory, and reread the other seven books I loved so much.