If you haven’t read Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince and/or you don’t want to know the really big plot spoiler I will reveal in my rant, do not click on the link to continue reading.
I’m serious: You will be reading about THE REALLY BIG THING THAT HAPPENS AT THE END OF THE BOOK if you read any further.
Are you sure you wanna?
TURN BACK NOW IF YOU HAVE ANY HESITATION.
Are you sure?
IT’S STILL NOT TOO LATE TO TURN BACK. BUT IF YOU CONTINUE READING I WON’T BE HELD RESPONSIBLE.
Alright then. What’s the password?
Heh. Jes’ kiddin’. Rant now ensues . . .
Dumbledore?! For pity’s sake! Dumbledore?! C’mon, give me a Snape, heck I’d’ve taken a Ginny, or, *gulp*, even a Ron. But not Dumbledore.
Oh, sure, I know. When you have a young or inexperienced protagonist who is being guided by a nearly omniscient or omnipotent mentor, you’ve got to kill off or severely incapacitate the mentor for the protagonist to grow into the full hero the narrative (and the readers) demand.
But Dumbledore . . . *sigh*
The book as a whole lacked that sort of action-and-riddle-driven plot that all of the previous books have been known for. And I’m not sure I think Harry’s lessons with Dumbledore provided the most effective way for us to get the backstory. ‘Course, that being said, it was always difficult to put the book down and attend to my real life duties.
But the writing was much better, much tighter. There seemed to be not a wasted paragraph in this one. All of the side stories provided the appropriate comic relief or pause prior to rebuilding the tension. I must say, I was very pleased to see Ron and Hermione get together. And we all knew it would be Ginny and Harry; that’s been obvious for the last few books. Snape’s killing of Dumbledore was a complete surprise, which shows how well Ms. Rowling has written his character. But there was just enough foreshadowing from the very beginning (Dumbledore’s dead hand, anyone?) so that last night, with about a third of the book to go, I looked at my wife and said, “She’s going to kill off Dumbledore.”
Verdammt! I was right.
I kept hoping I was wrong. But when the expected did, after all, happen, I have to say, I got teary. I liked Dumbledore better than I ever did Harry.
She’s a good writer. But still . . . J K Rowling sucks.