It’s the Slave-girl of Jerusalem all over again. My young, innocent child is in tears and there’s no-one to offer support, except in a vague sort of way.
This is what happens when the child reads faster than the parent. The sibling is off at work, and can only read on the job, so to speak, so lags behind. The Resident IT Consultant is off to the wilds of Caledonia, so can’t read any more until next weekend. And the ever self sacrificing bookwitch is last in the pecking order for Harry Potter, so hasn’t got far yet.
I think that Bloomsbury should offer a counselling service for the first few days, while early readers have nobody else to talk to. Should the needs of my child come before my own needs not to have the plot revealed? Surely not..?
The New York Times’ rather early review of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is a very good review. But is it really a review of the book, or a clever piece of fiction?
I’d like to think it’s real, as it feel very true to the spirit of the other books. It makes pertinent comments about many things in a way that makes it sound true.
But, could someone really read the whole book with proper consideration in a day? (I know this is what fans do, but they don’t sit down and write a carefully thought out review of it at the end.)
And, this Michiko Kakutani kills off half a dozen characters, when we have been led to believe that there’s two (that matter, anyway).
Whatever, it felt very satisfying to read a long and thorough appreciation of not just book seven, but the earlier ones as well. Kakutani has treated Rowling and Potter as though they are worthy of the real thing, rather than the countless tongue-in-cheek comments most blasé journalists manage.
I’m looking forward to tonight even more now. And I foresee worse logistical problems of two books for four readers than expected.
You’d think the bookwitch would be a good source of advice for books, wouldn’t you? But her mind is a complete blank, and please don’t say that you had noticed a long time ago.
A friend of mine asked for recommendations for funny books, for when she’s in hospital, which might be next week. I think what she’s looking for is something funny enough not to make the reader depressed, but not so wildly funny that stitches start coming undone, and other disgusting things.
I can think of several children’s books, but I suspect that other adults aren’t quite as fond of them as I am. And when they are really funny like Roald Dahl’s The Vicar of Nibbleswicke they are a health hazard. When the bookwitch started reading it to Son many years ago she laughed so much she was unable to carry on and Son had to read it to her instead.
And there is a book I think my friend would enjoy, but it’s not out yet, so what do I do?
Any ideas, people?
The bookwitch understands that the Man United team passed through a certain airport bookshop on Sunday. Well, no, that’s wrong. The team passed through the airport. One player came into the shop. The goalkeeper appears to have an interest in reading and in keeping up with current affairs. Asked to be recommended something to read (hope shop management doesn’t find out), he then bought the suggested book. The bookwitch knows which one, and will only say it was a decent choice. She is so out of things she doesn’t even remember the player’s name. But he is a foreigner. And a fan came up and wanted him to autograph an England shirt… Don’t know how that ended.
It wasn’t bad at all. Bookwitch and Daughter quite enjoyed Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Son thought it wasn’t very good. But you can’t really put a Rowling length book into a two hour film and not leave things out. Looked at purely as a film this one was a good action film, where someone who hadn’t read the book might just grasp what was going on. And it left me with the same feeling as the book; that friendship matters.
Neville Longbottom is getting more and more wonderful, and Fred and George continue being adorable. (Well, I think so.) And in my next incarnation I’ll be Tonks.