Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is least liked by a lot of people. It’s long, and Harry kind of complains a lot. I, however, do not agree with the majority. Until the seventh book came out, Order of the Phoenix was my favorite, and I can’t really explain why. Maybe I like the length, I like the fact that you finally get some explanations, I don’t know. I just like it.
I’ll admit, Harry broods kinda a lot in this novel. But he has a lot to brood about, doesn’t he? I mean, his parents are dead, and every year at school, he gets caught up in some dangerous event. Saving the Sorcercer’s Stone, going into the Chamber of Secrets, competing in the Triwizard tournament, and finally witnessed the rebirth of Voldemort. He’s also had to deal with the death of Cedric Diggory (who he, admittedly, didn’t really know that well, but still. To see someone murdered right in front of you has to be pretty scarring.). Oh, Harry also has to deal with the fact that his scar hurts (what seems randomly), and he has visions of what Voldemort is doing. You try to do all this as a 15-year-old and see if you don’t become brooding and angry. It’s very difficult to do.
If you couldn’t deduce from before, Order of the Phoenix is my second favorite of the series. I must say, I was very, very disappointed with the movie. While I knew a lot would be left out, because the book is quite long, there were parts that I really wish hadn’t been left out. Like Harry’s date with Cho. I thought it was kind of funny, but they just skimmed over it. Their kiss was pretty good though, much better than Harry and Ginny’s first kiss (at least in the movie, more on that in the next post).
Have you figured out what my least favorite book is yet? I would think that it would be pretty easy to figure out by now…but you’ll get more explanation on that soon. Up next: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.