Reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
The first thing to strike me was - J K Rowling has learnt to write!
Frankly, don’t care if many of you think this is blasphemy. I sort of liked her initial two books in the Potter series. Then they started to drag. Tedious reading ensued. And of course it was not helped by Harry turning into a sour-faced and sullen teen. They just deserve to get their face bashed in, and sometimes I was with Voldermor, hoping that would happen. But You Know Who was more into magic and spells, when what would have set the boy right was a strong fist to the nose.
Coming back to Potter and the Deathly Hallows. So far I am deathly hollow, as to what the deathly hallows are. But here, at least, Harry is human. He reacts, and gets angry. The sullen, emotionally fragile - yea yea, Spidey-like - Harry was becoming a pain in the butt.
This book has so far not started dragging, and there are few cooked up stuff meant to extend the book interminably - I dare say it is quite tight till now. Hope it stays that way.
On that matter - the latest movie, the Order of the Phoenix was a bore. The reviews say its the darkest and stuff, and I did not see much dark apart from the clouds in the first scene. Lord Voldemort is not scary - bald faced flying man without a nose is standard fare for someone brought up on Alien sci-fi movies. And it was all so perfunctory. The last one was much, much better.
