The problem with Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire is very simple: nearly half the book (by my reckoning, 17 of 37 chapters) exists only because of an idiot plot. That’s a lot of filler, and while it’s nonobjectionable filler, still, it’s a long damn book—which is why I read it rather than listened. I think this may be the book most harmed by the authorial requirement that it cover an entire year. (As for the pacing of the series as a whole, I think up until this point, it’s fine, the way it distributes major events across the years/books. Seeing what this book sets up, however, reminds me of my concern that there’s not going to be enough room in the last book to resolve everything.)
Other thoughts:
- The bits where Harry and Ron are miserable are, once again, shorter than I remembered (it’s like the trek through Mordor), but I still didn’t enjoy them.
- Someone should ration Rowling’s ellipses.
- Does wizarding society not use the naming convention of “Firstname Lastname, Jr.”?
- Priori Incantatem is another reason for me to worry that Rowling’s sense of the mythic may not be up to ending the series, becase it just doesn’t click for me.
- I am hereby giving myself permission to skim the next one, in order to get the re-read finished before book 7’s release.