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Even though it's kind of late - my two cents on DH:
It was a nice read, and afterwards it took me some time to want to read anything else whatsoever, a bit of an awkward situation on holiday, especially if you want your partner to read as well. Anyway:
The best part for me, by far, was Lily/Snape for me - beautifully done, but, to be honest, I've read some pretty good fanfic on this, which may have made me a bit less appreciative of Rowling's work - in a review, I might have posted 'really sweet, but nothing new'.
As for the middle part, I found it a bit lengthy - the trio hanging around with minimum development. Okay, this might have been realistic, just like Sirius' pointless death was - the difference between life and much fiction (unless the fiction chooses to be otherwise) is that in fiction, events tend to be connected logically, while in life they are not. So of course, Rowling's approach might have been realistic, but excuse me, in HP - give me a break. Of course, I freely admit loving that tacky kind of 19th century literature where everything falls neatly into place almost with a vengeance - count of Monte Christo, here we come. That's why I am really a bit disappointed that all the promises of book 5 have not been kept (or to me, this is how it feels): I wanted to learn about the ministry, the true functions of all the rooms and the mirror, how magic was made, what exactly the Unspeakables do (or am I just being entirely daft and we did learn that somewhere?). So there are too many loose string hanging around, regarding it's the last book of a series. Also, the whole mix-up between hallows, horcruxes and founders' relics felt a bit unfocused to me, and I would have preferred for Rowling to concentrate on one set of mega-thingies, not three. In fiction, I have an aesthetic preference for order, even if that's a bit rich coming from me.
AND I would have preferred a stronger Ginny. AND some soppy thoughts on how everyone from the Marauders' era was dead in the end. AND I thought going back and forth between Harry having or not having to die was a bit cheap.
Yes, I gripe a lot. And I agree with suyetsumu: It's a pity the time of shared waiting is over.
By the way, the reason why I get so much time at the computer for which the whole family is longing to be alone with is that I wake at six and then go there, opting to go back to sleep later.
Yesterday we didn't do much - mostly, we ate Scottish food, and I feel I have developed an extra top roll on my belly - a fry-up for breakfast, and Haggis for dinner. I freely admit to loving that really pervert meat stuff, but it's good to know I'll do the cooking for the rest of the stay (pizza tonight, and I volunteered to do the cooking for the festival), so I'll be in oil control. - In the afternoon, we all went to High Street (seems this time in Edinburgh, that's all I ever go to) where the first jugglers and musicians had set up. The festival won't start on Monday, though, when we are leaving. Oh well. I made a wide arch around the jewelry stalls, though - I bought myself a truly gorgeous and expensive silver necklace at my sister's shop. It's nothing to be worn very often, but I couldn't help myself, I had to have it.
Today F and me are planning to go to Rosslyn Chapel, something I always meant to do. My sister says it used to be really quiet there, while now everyone is queuing there, but oh well, I can't go back to the past. The weather looks gray, so there is a good chance of sunshine later...
Back to bed.
It was a nice read, and afterwards it took me some time to want to read anything else whatsoever, a bit of an awkward situation on holiday, especially if you want your partner to read as well. Anyway:
The best part for me, by far, was Lily/Snape for me - beautifully done, but, to be honest, I've read some pretty good fanfic on this, which may have made me a bit less appreciative of Rowling's work - in a review, I might have posted 'really sweet, but nothing new'.
As for the middle part, I found it a bit lengthy - the trio hanging around with minimum development. Okay, this might have been realistic, just like Sirius' pointless death was - the difference between life and much fiction (unless the fiction chooses to be otherwise) is that in fiction, events tend to be connected logically, while in life they are not. So of course, Rowling's approach might have been realistic, but excuse me, in HP - give me a break. Of course, I freely admit loving that tacky kind of 19th century literature where everything falls neatly into place almost with a vengeance - count of Monte Christo, here we come. That's why I am really a bit disappointed that all the promises of book 5 have not been kept (or to me, this is how it feels): I wanted to learn about the ministry, the true functions of all the rooms and the mirror, how magic was made, what exactly the Unspeakables do (or am I just being entirely daft and we did learn that somewhere?). So there are too many loose string hanging around, regarding it's the last book of a series. Also, the whole mix-up between hallows, horcruxes and founders' relics felt a bit unfocused to me, and I would have preferred for Rowling to concentrate on one set of mega-thingies, not three. In fiction, I have an aesthetic preference for order, even if that's a bit rich coming from me.
AND I would have preferred a stronger Ginny. AND some soppy thoughts on how everyone from the Marauders' era was dead in the end. AND I thought going back and forth between Harry having or not having to die was a bit cheap.
Yes, I gripe a lot. And I agree with suyetsumu: It's a pity the time of shared waiting is over.
By the way, the reason why I get so much time at the computer for which the whole family is longing to be alone with is that I wake at six and then go there, opting to go back to sleep later.
Yesterday we didn't do much - mostly, we ate Scottish food, and I feel I have developed an extra top roll on my belly - a fry-up for breakfast, and Haggis for dinner. I freely admit to loving that really pervert meat stuff, but it's good to know I'll do the cooking for the rest of the stay (pizza tonight, and I volunteered to do the cooking for the festival), so I'll be in oil control. - In the afternoon, we all went to High Street (seems this time in Edinburgh, that's all I ever go to) where the first jugglers and musicians had set up. The festival won't start on Monday, though, when we are leaving. Oh well. I made a wide arch around the jewelry stalls, though - I bought myself a truly gorgeous and expensive silver necklace at my sister's shop. It's nothing to be worn very often, but I couldn't help myself, I had to have it.
Today F and me are planning to go to Rosslyn Chapel, something I always meant to do. My sister says it used to be really quiet there, while now everyone is queuing there, but oh well, I can't go back to the past. The weather looks gray, so there is a good chance of sunshine later...
Back to bed.