To call my effort at finally reading the new Harry Potter half-arsed (and is half-arsed hyphenated anyway?!?!?!?!?) would be a gross understatement. Here we are two weeks since the actual launch (CLICK HERE for some piccies of the launches in Dubray Books we were involved in) and I’ve managed 240 paltry pages. Not bad for most mortals but a bit poor for someone who was actually excited enough to head out at midnight to buy the damned thing.
I suppose there’s a part of me that actually wants to find out where the story goes, who dies in this one and far more importantly how it all ends after what will be 7 long hard books of effort. But (and here’s where the heresy creeps in) there is a part of me that couldn’t be arsed and is only persisting out of sheer bloody mindedness. Let’s face it – I could be reading the feckin thing now instead of writing this! But, I’m not…
I was there for 4 whole books with whole heart, right up until Order Of The Phoenix and then, as everyone must at some point, she blinked (you can CLICK HERE if you’re bothered enough to read my full ramble on the subject!) This one has started much brighter but the repetition of structure is getting to me at this point… Having said that, nil desperandum!! The race isn’t over until blah, blah, blah…..