So I’m finally back from my trip to the Golden State and am getting back into the swing of things. It was so lovely being back in the state that means so much to me but it is even nicer being home in my own bed. And I just finished the latest Harry Potter. It’s a doozy.
But, oh, Harry Potter, how I love thee so. I grew up reading these books or having my dad read to my brother and I before bed. We would read a chapter or two a night, unless we demanded more, as a bonding experience and we looked forward to it every night. Often, every time a new book was released, my mom would pre-order two copies, one for us and one for my dad, and we would all attend the midnight premiere at our local Barnes & Nobles. So you can only imagine my excitement when I heard they were releasing an eighth book.
It was a quick read as it’s in play form, meaning you actually get to envision the story as if you’re in the theatre audience in London and watching it unfold right before your very eyes. It’s not my favourite Harry Potter but it is really well written. It takes place when Albus, Harry’s youngest son, goes off to Hogwarts and gets into trouble, as any Potter child naturally would. It follows a series of events that are intense to say the least and we gain a lot of insight into the one known as Voldemort, The One Who Musn’t Be Named, or The Dark Lord. Or whatever you want to call the master of evil in the wizarding world.
Harry Potter and The Cursed Child isn’t the book we’ve been waiting for here in the Muggle realm but it is the story we’ve been wanting to know. It gives us insight into how our most beloved characters have matured throughout the years and past their time in Hogwarts. Its a wonderful read and it goes by fast.