I made the mistake of picking up the fourth Harry Potter book just before bedtime last night as it has been a few days since I last read anything in it. Not uncommon for me to go upward of a week between reading chapters as I am usually able to slip right back in at the point I left without need of a bookmark. This was a mistake, though, as I was only a handful of chapters from the end of the story and once I got started I couldn’t bear to put it back down without knowing how it all ended. I finally made it to the last page at almost exactly 2:00AM. I am a tired puppy this morning. As for how I liked the book?
That’s all I could bring myself to say as I shut the cover. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire is easily my favorite story of the series so far. The story is huge and reveals more about the Potter universe than the other three by far. The ending leaves one breathless and excited. Events unfold that surprised me in their seriousness and impact on the characters. Forget the kids, this is stuff any adult with a healthy imagination should love. Story telling doesn’t get any better or richer than this. If you’ve been putting off reading the series I would once again encourage you to go out and buy the books soon. I’m gonna go nuts waiting for the next one.