|Even More About That Book, You Know, The One I Like So Much
||[Aug. 9th, 2007|02:38 pm]
I think Hermione's almost-casual revelation that she erased her parents' memories and sent them off to Australia is one of the most horrifying things I've read |
This one was pretty cold -- how long does such a spell last? Can you imagine the story of the couple waking up one day and realizing, wait, don't we have a daughter?
Her (Tonks') relationship with Lupin has never made much sense to me either. Doesn't he realize that he's a featured player, and she's a bit part? He could do better, really.
Bwahahahaha and no, no, no, if you go back and read book 5 you'll remember what you forgot, that Tonks, the newest recruit from the Ministry of Magic to the OotP, was in fact everybody's favorite cousin, the one old enough to be in the secret meetings, but young enough to joke and crack you up and help you pack and dis your muggle family that you hate anyway, etc. etc. It was in book 6 that she turned into wallpaper, but that's because SHE WAS EMOTIONALLY DAMAGED!! I kind of thought she spent book 6 reminding Harry that he wasn't the only one who was devastated by Sirius's's death.
Actually, I had all ready been spoiled to the fact that Tonks would die, so EVERYTHING that happened to her in this book was more like "Hey, care about her before she dies! Quick!"
I liked the two quotes the book opens on quite a bit, though they may raise expectations for the quality of the writing a bit much. The key line of the first seems to be "Bless the children, give them triumph now,"
*sigh* I said "Oh! Woobies!" out loud when I read the two quotes. Of all the icons made from quotes from the book, I can't believe you don't see that one more often. Or at all.
let me just say that after the general fluff of the wedding -- I still think Fleur and Bill are flat, boring characters,
I'm afraid I must completely disagree with the idea that the wedding was fluff -- for me it was a much needed rest in the middle of an exhausting series of events, although there wasn't barely time to rest, with all the information pouring in -- what, after all, offends a student of Durmstrang, the Dark Arts school??? -- and then BOOM more exhausting running for your life. I loved it. It was like a roller coaster that lulled you into a moment thinking that it's going to be some gentle turns for a bit when BAM no, there's a drop you didn't see.
You'll likely wind up accepting Dumbledore as a non-saint by the end because we've been eased into it.
Actually I was eased into when, in the most crushing moment of Book 5, Harry realized that his FATHER was not a saint. I thought, perhaps, it was a bit cruel to take ALL of Harry's mentors away piece by piece -- I mean come on JK, why not just take a few limbs too? -- With death and discoveries about pasts. But isn't that part of growing up: realizing that the magical adults in your life aren't, in fact, magic at all? That the people who knew it all, in fact, were guessing all the time, just like you were?