First of all: never you mind, these books are fun. Lighten up. That being said, fun is about all the Potter books are. They aren’t great literature, or moral instruction, or a system around which to build one’s life. For an adult like myself, they are cotton-candy, something to read and enjoy in a day or so (I do have a job), and then to let dissolve into nothingness. A confection. Having said that, this was the most action-packed of the seven books, but also the one least concerned with building the world, which was my favourite part of reading them. Several people died who I was not expecting to die, and several people survived who I was not expecting to survive. The revelations about Dumbledore and his subsequent appearances (yes, he’s dead) were handled quite well, but the whole Jesus Potter thing was not. Beyond that, I have nothing to say, except it was a fun little read, and definitely a nice break after that monstrosity, Underworld.
Next: The Man in the High Castle, by Philip K. Dick.
