The Goblet of Fire brought us to and then past the halfway point of the Harry Potter Readalong Shelia at Book Journey is hosting. Reading this book was quite an experience for me. My feelings about the book and my desire to read it waxed and waned and then I couldn’t put it down to save my life. Most of all, I wish I had been reading this book right along with someone else.
From here one out this post will be full of spoilers. In case I’m not the last person on earth to read The Goblet of Fire, beware!
My Reading Experience
When this book opened with that scene with Harry eavesdropping on You-Know-Who and the unfortunately alive rat formerly known as Scabbers, I was so excited. I was glad to have a reprieve at least at first from the Dursleys. They get on my last nerve every bit as much as they do Harry’s. And it was so dark, different in tone immediately from any of the other books thus far. I was sure I was going to breeze through the book. Then, beginning slightly during the Quidditch match and then growing after the Triwizard Champions (no great shocker there that Harry was picked), each page felt like it was 100 pounds as I turned it. It wasn’t as if the book was boring. It was more like I was experiencing some burn out. I’m sure that living in the midst of all those hormonal teenagers played a huge role. There’s no doubt about it. Rowling captures adolescents perfectly.
This changed dramatically as the third and final challenge of the Triward Tournament drew near. Suddenly a chapter went by at lightning speed. It was clear that Rowling had me exactly where she wanted me. As if someone cast a spell on me, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the book to save my life. I was hurtling with Harry toward his destiny. What a punch in the gut it was. I kept thinking, “This! This is why people cannot stop reading these books. This!” All of my plans to take some time off from the series vanished. I can’t remember the last book that left me feeling the way that I did as I finished it. Wow! I’m surprised I’m still not wiping away the tears.
Rita Skeeter and Hermione
There is a special place in hell for Rita Skeeter and anyone else who would do to Hagrid what she did to Hagrid. I good great pleasure in her comeuppance. Hooray for Hermione! I may have been as annoyed as Ron was with S.P.E.W., but I love the way she is coming into her own. She didn’t let Rita Skeeter keep her down. She took action. She also did a great job making Ron very jealous. You go, girl!
Jealousy is an ugly. Luckily true friends forgive you your stupidity. Now stop it! Oh, and dance with the girl you invited to the Yule Ball. It might help to take your focus off what Harry has that you don’t. Oh, wait. You were too pre-occupied with the girl you should have asked to the ball right from the very beginning. I hope you wise up soon, pal. A girl like Hermione is going to make her own destiny – with or without you.
What a character! Typically anything that has to do specifically with eyeballs freaks me the heck out. How I made it through this book with his special eye I do not understand. By its very nature it should have turned my stomach. From the very started I just I loved him. I even loved him when he wasn’t him. I loved that he was the twist I hadn’t been expecting for a second. I do not know where Rowling comes up with these characters, but she is amazing.
For those of you who have followed my journey through Harry Potter from the beginning know that I am a proud Huffepuff. I was disappointed in their lack of participation early on and I vowed to be a Hufflepuff hero until there was one in the book. From the moment Cedric and the Hufflepuff Quidditch team beat the Gryffindor team, he took hold of that special place in my heart. He was such a stand up character. I want a Cedric in my life. I want to be a Cedric in someone else’s life. When he was killed and throughout Harry’s ordeal in the graveyard with Voldemort I held on to the belief that Dumbledore could do anything. Cedric couldn’t be dead. Like Wesley, he was just mostly dead, right? That’s why his ghost asked Harry to bring his body back. He wanted to be with his parents, yes, but that would give Dumbledore the opportunity to say those magic words. He just needed to cast that special spell. I couldn’t have been sadder when I had to let that hope die. I cried for Cedric. I cried for Harry. I cried for Mr. and Mrs. Diggory. And I cried my eyes out during Dumbledore’s speech. I raise my glass to you, Cedric Diggory, and I will keep this flame burning for you here as long as this blog shall exist.
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