Trắc Nghiệm Rèn Nhân Cách Để Sống Đẹp Ngay Từ Nhỏ - Tập 2 tải về miễn phí cuốn sách

Biro Timea _imita — Whoa. Although you know from the beginning of the series that some version of what happens at the end of this book is going to have to happen (and while a sunnier variation might have seemed possible early on, by Book 4 it's clear the darkest version is coming), even so, it's still overwhelming. I feel like I'm completely absorbed in the book world at this point. I'm so struck by how one's perspective on this series changes as one keeps reading. I read the first Harry Potter during the initial craze and wasn't inspired to continue. It was entertaining but not great literature. Mostly I was surprised that everyone had glommed onto it as great fantasy writing, when it felt more like a classic English boarding school tale with a cute conceit about magic laid over the top (and I was tickled when Harold Bloom reviewed it and made the same point). I always liked boarding school novels, but I didn't realize the rest of the world did. Then this summer I returned to the series to find new reads to share with my six year old. My impression of Book 1 was the same--appealing but insubstantial potato chip fare. But my daughter liked it, so we continued. Book 2 seemed like a slight variation on the same plot as Book 1. Again, entertaining enough in the moment but not compelling as a long-term classic. Rowling's imagination seemed limited. By Book 3, the boarding school framework felt like a strained vessel for dealing with the themes of all-encompassing evil and the fight against it. The book, not yet clearly connected to 1 or 2, seemed to take the petty fights of English schoolboys as the be-all and end-all, catalysts of ultimate pain and suffering, which felt a bit absurd. Then Book 4 began to push outside Hogwarts into the broader wizarding world, while tying the school to that larger world. It also began to reveal that this was a series written with an intentional long story arc, tied together from beginning to end. By the end of 4 I was hooked and since then, have been absorbed. I've never before read a series where the latter books make the earlier ones look better--not by comparison, as when sequels disappoint, but better because they now read as part of an integrated whole. I can think of of series (Dorothy Sayer's Peter Wimsey/Harriet Vane mysteries, for example) where the plot or characters assume greater depth and complexity in later books, and the author then has to struggle to make the earlier, thinner books feel like part of a coherent story, when in fact she wrote her way to the best ideas later. But here it seems as though it was intimately planned as a whole from the beginning, from the macro-plot to the tiniest details. Yet I don't think you get an inkling of that coherence until you've read at least through Book 4. Then the early books seem completely, amazingly different, so that if you read them again, they feel like more richer and more satisfying pieces of the whole. By Book 6 I completely trusted Rowling to take care of me as the reader: the logic of the story would hold together, the mystery would be satisfying, and (also new in the latter books), the personalities and emotional lives of the individual characters would be carefully rendered and compelling. Unlike many mystery or fantasy writers, she gives enough space to these character development aspects of the story. One needs the last chapter in this book, in all its detail, not to drive the plot but to grieve--just as the characters themselves need Hogwarts to stay open at the end of term long enough for a funeral. All that said, I don't think the books are perfect: Harry's lack of concern or instinct about the Half-Blood Prince in Book 6 feels implausible, when he's on high alert to every other mystery around him at this point. And to me the identity of the Prince seems obvious (at least, he's one of two people) from the beginning of the book. But by now one cares so much about the characters, it almost doesn't matter.