Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Parts I and II (Harry Potter #8) by J.K. Rowling, John Tiffany, and Jack Thorne
I wanted to give this book two stars. But man, it’s actually an official addition to the series!
One thing I will say is that Harry Potter and the Cursed Child is a pretty believable story in the aspect that none of the goddamn characters are consistent.
Like, what crime have I done by actually having realistic expectations from this book?! Hermione, Ron, and Harry didn’t even feel real. You’re seriously telling me that Hermione and Ron made a brat-child together? When this book was coming out, Rose was supposed to be “ambitious like Hermione” but instead, she’s a spoiled brat who has no sense of loyalty like her mother, Hermione, did.
Harry Potter—the boy who longed so much for family—actually says something petty to his son like he’s a five year old! The eff?
In terms of plot, I actually predicted a lot of the things that were happening. Yes, there were many moments where I was fangirling over Harry Potter moments:
DRACO: Keep up, old man.
HARRY: We’re the same age, Draco.
DRACO: I wear it better.
But! It smacked me in the face to remember that I was relying on the nostalgia of the previous seven books to get through this one. So, no. Sorry.
I enjoyed the story for what it could’ve been—not what it really was. In reality this could’ve been better executed. My advice (like I’ve seen on MANY of the reviews for this play) is the exact same as what others have said: don’t read this as a Harry Potter sequel. You’ll be disappointed. I’d say to go in this with expectations of reading a different book that’s a Harry Potter fan-fiction.