I feel compelled to write a post about HP7, mostly because it occupied an unfortunately large part of my day, but also because its HP7 and readers are morally obliged to vent.
The first books in the series were lots of fun, so it’s disappointing that the comforting stories about a BIG CASTLE with ADVENTURES and MAGIC and DELICIOUS FOOD have somehow mutated into an alternate-reality British political thriller about genocide. What? I want castles! Magic! Food!
Also, the amount of schmaltz contained in the epilogue was more than enough to cook my dinner, and I still have some left for tomorrow.