…off the Google News page, why don’t you, 9,420 stories up already. Sheesh. I just finished reading Harry Potter and the Half-Baked Prince, and no, baby, the earth didn’t move for me. The gears of the story whir and click creakily; Potter spends most of his time “feeling angry”, which is a one-size-fits-all emotion that covers his complex reactions to his parents, falling in love, school politics, the fight versus good n’ evil and all the rest of it. A key character dies in the obligatory last-chapter battle between the forces of G and E; Harry has a new quest that will no doubt take him through books seven and eight; and you would have to be seriously challenged in the wits department not to work out the identity of the Half-Blood Ponce by the end of, what, the first two hundred pages.
On the other hand, I re-read the first book in the series, just for old times’ sake, and yup, the magic’s still there. Expelliarmus tediousum sequellus, Rowling.
I’m with you, entirely. If this had been her first book, it would have sunk quietly into the morass of pulp sci-fi. Plot holes, endless snogging, and tedious exposition.
I was unimpressed by the first book and just made it through the second one. If they get worse at the same time as they get longer, I have no desire to read any more.