etc.

I have mixed feelings about this book, verging more on the negative than the positive. On the positive, I finished it. That alone is a feat of sorts because I have recently become the kind of person who gives up on books when they just aren’t doing it for me anymore. I have way too many other things I could be doing/books I could be reading to waste my time on one that I am not enjoying. So, having said that, finishing this book alone means I didn’t hate it.

But not only is it too long, it got on my nerves a bit. Or, I should probably say, Harry got on my nerves a bit. Even for a teenager, he is whiney and skittish and uninteresting. Is it the magic or is it the hormones? And who cares anyway? By the end of it I felt thoroughly cheated because it reads so much like a bridger, the kind that exists only to build the backstory for the next volume. Which is the sort of thing you might expect from most series, but not what I expected from this one.