I turned 22 on 22nd October this year and I’ve been intending to write a post about it ever since… but oh… my lazy self.
I TURNED 22 ON 22!! ALRIGHT!! I’M ALLOWED TO BE EXCITED ABOUT IT AND I’M ALLOWED TO NOT POST ABOUT IT UNTIL AFTER A WEEK RIGHT??? RIGHT??
(*whispers to self* Sit down Srish, you’re looking stupid! )
Okay I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m writing. Alright, back to the subject, hmm…
So what’s changed between 21 and 22?
Nothing. And everything.
Every year it’s like “Oh it’s my birthday… I’m officially an year older but do I really feel older?”
“Yes, of course, I feel older and wiser.”
This year, the answer is YES! This year it genuinely feels like 22.
I’m wiser than 21. I’m sillier than 23.
I’ve never felt more myself than I’m feeling now. At 22.
It’s been 2 months since I read this book and I’m still not over it yet. As much as I was pissed off at this piece of pure disappointment, I didn’t write about it until now because part of me didn’t want to talk about it. After me and my brother read it, we vented out our anger for this book for one hour and then promised each other that we’ll just pretend that this book never happened.
The only problem is that I can’t. I can’t because it exists, in physical form and will exist until the end of this world. And I wish I could just wipe it off my memory, but I know I can’t. Being so emotionally attached to Harry Potter since my early childhood, this book has been nothing less than a blow for me. I wish I could stand in front of Jo and scream “You had 9 years and you gave us this?”
As much as I’m saddened by the story they gave us, I’ve come to realize that so many people around me actually liked it. That’s part of the reason why I’m writing this post now, after so many days. One of my friends finished this book yesterday, came to my room and said “I loved it so much, I wish they would make a movie on this.” and I just sat there thinking…”Wait, are we talking about the cursed child here? But … but how do you not see that there’s so much wrong with this book? Are you kidding me?” Although I didn’t say that, because she was not the first person to tell me that. While one of my other friends described it as ‘breath of fresh air’, another described it as ‘awesome!’. I don’t understand how they fail to see what’s wrong with this book and neither do I try to understand. But yes, I do understand why has it been so difficult for me to make peace with this book.
If you haven’t read the cursed child yet, maybe now would be a good time to stop reading this post now. SPOILERS AHEAD!
- First of all, I don’t know what characters they wrote in this book, but they definitely weren’t the same ones I grew up with. Harry can’t talk like that to his son. Harry can’t talk like that to Professor McGonagall. Not just Harry, everyone. The way they talk, the way they react to things, everything they did, it wasn’t just relate-able at all.
- Prototype time turner? Are you joking? We all know time turners could let them stay back in time for more than 5 minutes. Are you trying to tell us that the only time turner that was left, the last one, was the prototype one with a restriction of 5 minutes?
- Okay, even if it was, I think it would’ve taken more than 5 minutes for Scorpio to go back in time, meet Ron, Hermione and Snape, explain to them the whole situation, do the task he was intending to and come back again.
- Let’s talk a bit about Hermoine here. Minister of Magic, brightest witch of her age… you would think she would be capable enough to put protection charms in her office, which would be beyond two 14 year olds to break. Wouldn’t you?
- And Ron? Just because he wasn’t an auror or minister of magic or whatever and ran a joke shop, doesn’t mean you’d portray him as nothing more than a comic relief. Don’t tell us you reduced him to that after everything he had done for Harry and for the wizarding world.
- Oh and, can somebody please explain how in this world Harry could speak parseltongue even though the horcrux in him was destroyed ?
- About the big revelation in this book, Voldemort and Bellatrix’s love child, Delphi… okay first off, Voldemort wasn’t even a human himself, how could he give birth to another human? Second, WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN? Where does it fit into the timeline? After escaping azkaban, and before her death, Bellatrix hardly had two years, during which she was working as Voldemort’s right hand. When did she get time to get pregnant? If Delphi was born just before the Battle of Hogwarts, wouldn’t Harry, Hermoine and Ron have noticed her pregnancy in the Malfoy Manor?
- More than the whole Delphi issue, what pisses me off even more is that they made Cedric Diggory into a death eater in alternate universe, just because he was humiliated. I mean shouldn’t Neville be a death eater too by that concept, since he has been humiliated more times in the entire series than any other character?
- The prophecy… who made the prophecy? Where did it come from? How was Minister of Magic not aware of this, since, as I recall, Department of mysteries stored copies of all prophecies made in the wizarding world? What was the proof of its authenticity? I mean WHAT? WHY? HOW???
- Making Harry watch his parents getting murdered. You know it wasn’t needed Jo. Why would you needlessly want to make his life more tragic? You didn’t have to do it.
- The trolley witch. ARE YOU SERIOUS??
- “For Voldemort and Valor.” I almost puked. Oh and also, is everyone now comfortable taking Voldemort’s name?
There might be many more other little reasons to be disappointed with the book, which I may not be remembering right now. But anyway the whole point is, this book killed my little potterhead heart.
What about you?