This review has a bit of a backstory, I suppose, so I won’t be going much into plot or anything. A couple weeks ago, we had a mini family reunion in Pittsburgh. It’s a great city, one I could absolutely see myself living in at some point.
Another thing to know is that my whole family has been Harry Potter fans since The Sorcerer’s Stone. We used to argue over who read the books first when they came out. I remember we chased my Dad around the yard because he got his hands on The Half-Blood Prince before the rest of us did.
With that being said, my sister has a copy of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. I had begged her to send it to me, but she’s understandably protective of it. So, being the introvert that I am, I asked if I could borrow it during the mini reunion and finished it within four hours. Don’t worry, I didn’t abandon my family. I just, you know, read the book around all the activities. They even let me sit off in the corner, away from them, while I read the script. I love my family for that.
Back to the book, though.
Everyone knows J.K. Rowling and the Harry Potter series. The Cursed Child is the eight official story in the series, and it’s different from any of the other books. Firstly, it’s a play. Lots of dialogue, minimal description. I read it in an afternoon. Secondly, it doesn’t follow the traditional story structure of the other books. It picks up after the Epilogue of The Deathly Hallows, where Harry, Ron, and Hermione are sending their kids off to Hogwarts. What follows is a whirlwind adventure that spans four years in the Wizarding World.
I haven’t talked to many people about The Cursed Child, so I had no expectations going into it. That may have been one of the greatest decisions of my life, reading-wise.
I didn’t expect the heart-wrenching story of expectations, love, and reconciliation. Rowling revisits all our favorite characters as adults, plus explores other characters in a deeper fashion than in the books. There’s also the kids: Albus Potter, Harry and Ginny’s second son, and Scorpius Malfoy, Draco’s kid. The adult angle gives new depth to the original trio (even Ron, who still serves a fair bit of comic relief), made even deeper by the children.
Does this live up to the hype that anything Harry Potter related carries? I think so. Hogwarts is back through fresh eyes. Harry, Ron, and Hermione are as familiar as always. The story gripped me more emotionally than anything I’ve read in ages. I grew to love reading in no small part because of Harry’s adventures in the Wizarding World, and Rowling has recaptured that in her newest tale.
I definitely encourage you to read this book. If you can afford to see the play, too, go for it. I’m sure the magic doesn’t lose any luster on stage.
If you’ve read Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, let me know what your thoughts are.
I’m always looking for new stories, no matter the medium. If you know of any great books, movies, or video games that you absolutely love, let me know in the comments and, if I hadn’t read it, I’ll add it to the list!