by J.K Rowling, John Tiffany & Jack Thorne
Released: July 31st 2016
One of the biggest
disappointments in my life this year is Harry Potter and the Cursed Child.
I cannot express just how
much it hurt when I read the first few pages and immediately, my excitement,
enthusiasm and eagerness to devour the book shattered.
Cursed child was horrible.
Absolutely, heart-shatteringly horrible.
There was no substance to the characters - I
don't give a rat's ass about Albus. When I think of Albus I think of a perpetually depressed and pessimistic kid with zero personality. All he did was
hate his dad, hate Hogwarts and hate the world. What else was there? The Harry
Potter books were my salvation and my key to an alternate life when reality
became too stressful for me to handle, or when I momentarily lost faith in
myself. Harry Potter pulled me out of that state of self-doubt and taught me that no matter how much shit I go through, there would always be light
at the end of the tunnel. I mean, if Harry can find happiness in a world
previously ruled by dark wizards, the most powerful of which murdered his
parents, or continue to walk with his head held high even when he became the most despised/talked about/unpopular/ person in the wizarding
world, then I can survive.
But this book? A waste of
my time and money.
Harry, Hermione and Ron were also cardboard characters. None of them were consistent
with how they were portrayed in the last book. Scorpius was probably the only
character with personality but even he couldn’t save the story.
I’ve been trying to wipe
all traces of the Cursed Child from my memory; as far as I’m concerned, there
is no 8th book and the series ended with the Deathly Hallows.
