Harry Potter and the Cursed Child by J.K. Rowling
I was dying to get my hands on this and, okay, so I didn’t go and pick it up at the stroke of midnight like I originally intended (I value my sleep too much) and do my hardcore Hol thing, but I got it on Sunday afternoon and started reading it the minute I got home. I wasn’t disappointed. Just so you know, I’m going to keep this review completely spoiler free because I’d hate to detract one smidgen from people’s enjoyment.
We pick up right where we left off at the end of book seven, Harry and Ginny saying goodbye to their children on platform nine and three-quarters. I was so glad this familiar scene was the opener to the play; it just felt right. I’m just thinking and I actually can’t say anymore without giving spoilers! Arrrggg!!! What the hell am I going to do? I need to talk to someone about this! I’ll just discuss it in an arbitrary way from here on out.
Okay, so there’s the fact it was a play, rather than a traditional story. Did this detract from my enjoyment? A little bit, but not that much. I would have loved there to have been the descriptive elements that I loved about the books, but I knew what I was getting and found it really didn’t have that much bearing on my overall enjoyment. I could see this translating to the stage fantastically and can’t wait until it comes to Ireland.
The story was fantastic and was one of the chief reasons I enjoyed it so much. It felt ever-so-slightly convoluted, but when I realised what it achieved by being that way, I was in awe of how great it was. Anyone who’s read it will know what I mean.
J K’s ability to create great characters who stay with you was showcased here brilliantly. I loved the new characters and felt there was an excellent mix of old with the new that bolstered up the plot really well.
This was a great final instalment to the series that I recommend you go read now. Just do it, okay?