By JK Rowling, but if you didn’t know that you must be living under a rock. I really don’t have much to write about this book. It was entertaining for almost the entire 870 pages, and while I found it long-winded at times, I think that was because of the age group at which it was targeted, and not a fault on Rowling’s part. In the book, Harry becomes distinctly more teenaged, full of angst and having an existential crisis every 50 pages. He’s forced to contend with the fact that the good guys aren’t always perfectly good, and that the bad guys aren’t perfectly bad, which is important, and something that other children’s books usually touch on in the form of one or two characters. It’s more of an onslaught in this case. And that, I think, was the most enjoyable part of the book for me — it acknowledges the world is messy.