It’s the book I haven’t been looking forward to, and the one that I’m not making much progress in. As has been commented by many, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix involves shouty-teenage-angst!Harry. While it’s a remarkably accurate portrayal of the character of a 15-year-old boy, I don’t generally enjoy teenage angst (a mixture of irritation at their ignorance and/or immaturity, and embarrassment at remembering I was similarly obnoxious at that age).
Harry is justifiably peeved at the start of the book, having been shut up in “Durskaban” (as I saw it dubbed… somewhere, I don’t recall); unlike Chamber of Secrets where he was getting no mail at all (courtesy of Dobby, the mad house-elf), the only letters he has from his friends are focused on the fact that they cannot say much – security don’cha know. Thus giving him the impression that they’re involved in exciting, clandestine activities, the sort of which are his bread and butter, rather than being mushrooms in a top-secret location.
But however justified his ire, Harry responds by needling, provoking, and out-right attacking both those he dislikes, and his best friends. Already, I’m discouraged from spending time reading about him repeatedly throwing his toys out of the cot, especially when I have (or am motivated to find) more interesting things to do.
All of which comes across as very grumpy myself. I’m not really, I’m quite relaxed and reasonably happy (though I look forward to Rose Red getting over the lurgi); I just have issues about this book.