Harry Potter and The Cursed Child
JK Rowling, John Tiffany & Jack Thorne
I never thought I’d get to count down the days to another Harry Potter release.
I was understandably hesitant about a sequel, but I’m relieved after having read it. It was everything I could have hoped for and not at all what I was expecting – seriously, not at all – but it was perfect. It was the type of story I play within my head when I have too much time on my hands. I was super lucky to be able to go into the story completely spoiler free and it definitely enhanced the twists and just everything.
I’m not going to comment on the plot or characters. I want others who wish to go in blind like I did to have that chance, and I don’t want to be the one who spoils it for them.
Instead, I’m going to talk about feelings.
I remember the sinking sensation I had right after finishing Deathly Hallows for the first time – though that was enhanced by a combination of no sleep (midnight release party) and also being an eighteen-year-old-girl who just had her emotions ripped out and then torn apart by the lovely Ms Rowling. It lasted for days. It was a unique experience to have grown up with Harry and be just a year older than him during the Battle of Hogwarts. The end of Deathly Hallows essentially marked the end of my childhood.
Now, I’m a twenty-seven-year-old and those feelings have been ripped to shreds yet again.
Post Potter Depression.
But it’s worth it.
Harry Potter has always been the most important book series to me since I first read them in 1999 – I reread the books every year, sometimes more because of reasons – so I’ll gladly take the punches Rowling continues to throw at me.