Post Book Depression Revisited
Well, can you guess what book I've just finished reading...? Of course you can.
(Harry Potter 7 spoilers here, so if you care, stop reading)
I mentioned in a previous post that immediately after I'd finished reading Harry Potter 6 I felt like I'd like nothing better in the world than to be the professor of muggle studies at Hogwarts. Well, I think I changed my mind after Voldemort tortured said professor to death in book 7. Lucky escape, eh?
Anyway, to tell the truth I'm not feeling as bad after this one as I did after book 6. I didn't enjoy the last book as much as its predecessor, partly because I have too much going on in the real world just now (dodgy second hand car purchase, refused planning permission, work deadlines, and there is something else... oh yeah, Sophia). So I'm a bit stressed out.
My other problem with book 7 is that it just didn't have enough romance. My definite favourite bit of book 6 was where Ginny kissed Harry after they won the quidditch cup, and I would really have liked more of Ginny in book 7. Hermione and Ron were cute, but I'd hoped that the dire straights Harry would find himself in might drive him to passion; but it turns out he is too honourable for that. And I felt I had been somewhat led on (as was Harry) by the silver doe patronus - I so wanted it to be Ginny's. Ah well. As you can tell from the epilogue, they obviously did get it together eventually, but a bit more teenage angst would have been great.
So anyway. Enough whinging. It is still a great book. I liked the bank robbery, and I really liked the ending and the scene with Dumbledore in King's Cross station. 'Of course it is going on in your head, but why on earth should that make you think it isn't real?' A bit of philosophy from Dumbledore to help me get over my post book depression.
(Harry Potter 7 spoilers here, so if you care, stop reading)
I mentioned in a previous post that immediately after I'd finished reading Harry Potter 6 I felt like I'd like nothing better in the world than to be the professor of muggle studies at Hogwarts. Well, I think I changed my mind after Voldemort tortured said professor to death in book 7. Lucky escape, eh?
Anyway, to tell the truth I'm not feeling as bad after this one as I did after book 6. I didn't enjoy the last book as much as its predecessor, partly because I have too much going on in the real world just now (dodgy second hand car purchase, refused planning permission, work deadlines, and there is something else... oh yeah, Sophia). So I'm a bit stressed out.
My other problem with book 7 is that it just didn't have enough romance. My definite favourite bit of book 6 was where Ginny kissed Harry after they won the quidditch cup, and I would really have liked more of Ginny in book 7. Hermione and Ron were cute, but I'd hoped that the dire straights Harry would find himself in might drive him to passion; but it turns out he is too honourable for that. And I felt I had been somewhat led on (as was Harry) by the silver doe patronus - I so wanted it to be Ginny's. Ah well. As you can tell from the epilogue, they obviously did get it together eventually, but a bit more teenage angst would have been great.
So anyway. Enough whinging. It is still a great book. I liked the bank robbery, and I really liked the ending and the scene with Dumbledore in King's Cross station. 'Of course it is going on in your head, but why on earth should that make you think it isn't real?' A bit of philosophy from Dumbledore to help me get over my post book depression.
posted by Tony @ 21:04
1 Comments:
At 4:43 pm,
Anonymous said…
Have just discovered your blog. I hadn't realised that you were such a good writer. But then i haven't seen anything you've written since the Sword something or other. Will keep looking and will have to get broad band- I know I keep saying that. I fully appreciate post book depression I suffer from it too. Am going to counteract it tonight by going to see Harry and the Order of the Pheonix with Peter. Want a classic English Literature to loose yourself in?Try A Tale of Two Cities.
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