At times, it felt like a highlight reel, sort of a “Harry Potter, this is…your life!” with lots of nods to fandom, especially alternate relationships & their inevitable trajectories (cough, cough, Ron and Hermione).
Other times it was surprising to the point of disbelief, & not the “inevitable surprises” more typical of Rowling (cough, cough, Delphi’s parents).
And it lacked the strength of its own convictions about the Scorpious /Albus relationship.
…but I loved it anyhow. Still. I loved it for:
- Seeing Snape soften over time and become the best version of himself.
- Hearing Dumbledore name himself “tricky and dangerous” (something I’d never even considered until I read Rowell’s CARRY ON).
- Witnessing Hermione as Minister of Magic, as a warrior (a la Princess Leia), and as a mean professor.
- Remembering just how important Neville Longbottom really is.
- Reading really great lines again, like “She’s weaponized her library!” and “those Dumbledore terrorists” and “Thank Dumbledore.”
And I loved it as an adult. As a mom. Watching Harry (at exactly my own age) feeling as lost in parenting as I do sometimes–somehow that made me feel less alone than all the zillions of parenting books in the world could have done.
Most of all, I loved it because I was reading a new HP story when I never thought I would again.
(Yes, yes, it was a play. Yes, yes, it would be better performed. Yes, yes, it would be even better as a novel. But none of that *mattered* to me very much.)