In Hindsight

It's just like all the others... a book where you have to keep reading and reading to figure out the important thing at the end... with smaller 'aha' places as you go... a can't put down book because the thing you must know is hidden... covered in layers and layers of secret information dug up one step at a time... and you chase after the key... that fits... that opens up the mystery... and lets the rest of the action make sense... really bad cults do this in an effort to make money... and what is lost and 24 if not this in a TV show... and the only difference with this book is that the subject is new... wizards... and not necessarily new, but new in that it's aimed at youth... and riddled with teenage angst... similiar to Twilight... and vampires... and girl teenage angst... and layers...
... because... these layers to be discovered could never be real life... adults for one... adults that know better... yet fail to tell Harry the most important and pressing details concerning his life and his safety... the most important and pressing details concerning everyone's life and safety... until the end of the book at least... after Harry has been through 800 pages of misunderstandings, jealousy, injustice and fits of anger... where if only those in charge of his safety would simply tell him that... for example... they think there is a mental connection between Voldemort and Harry... or that Voldemort is trying to locate and steal the prophecy about him and Harry... or that Dumbledore is going to fake to pay no attention to Harry so that it protects Harry from Dumbledore's enemies in the ministry of magic... or that Voldemort might use the connection he has with Harry to show him visions of things that aren't necessarily true... ... ... instead of just thinking about possibly doing it the whole time until it's too late and Sirius is dead...
... The only thing it does create is a lot of angst... teenage angst... frustrating, mind-numbing, pain-staking, stupid childish teenage angst... and when you're older... nostalgia for that ridiculous teenage angst...
... And that is just one book...
... Every book is the same... just different...
... And... Think about it... If you get to the end of each book... and stop... and consider the plot from the start... the actions don't add up... completely sane actors would act completely different in order to give the outcomes the greatest chance of success... the only thing the lack of sanity does is put Harry in the most awkward and terrible situations... further misunderstanding and injustice so that the finale can feel that much more solved and salvatory... like... in the next book... if Dumbledore really wants to go into a cave to destroy one of Voldemort's bewitched items... why wouldn't he bring 3 actual adults from the Order of the Phoenix... not one boy that couldn't protect him at all if they were attacked?... why wouldn't Dumbledore tell everyone in the Order of the Phoenix about the plan to destroy all those bewitched items?... why only Harry?... Why wouldn't Dumbledore tell everyone else about Malfoy's plan to try to sneak Death Eaters into the school so everyone is prepared for it?...
... Just saying...
... The only thing it does is keep the reader in the dark... and make them read till the end... read so fast that they fail to stop and consider the holes throughout the whole thing...
... That said... it's still a really good book...