Writing

The first thing that I would like you to know is that I am very, very, very nervous about this. I haven’t shared anything that I have written with anyone since the obligatory GCSE creative writing piece. Like most writers, I write for me. Now that exams are finished and I have copious amounts of free time on my hands, I’ve been feeling inspired and I really don’t want to waste the summer, so I’m trying to produce something. I usually start writing a story and it peters out; I hate planning and don’t really have the patience for it, but this summer I am determined to write something that I will finish, even if it’s not massively long. 

To waste more time beating around the bush, I will also inform you that I am fully aware that this is a book blog and I don’t intend for it to become something else. I know that lots of bloggers make the opposite choice, and that is absolutely fantastic, but I want this to remain a book review blog. However, now that I have sufficiently beaten around the bush, I will tell you that if you are interested in reading any of my writing, I have made a WattPad account and published the first chapter of something that I started working on about an hour ago. I didn’t proof read it because I don’t really have the patience for that, and also because I was afraid that I would chicken out. That’s all I will say; if you’d like to take a look (and please don’t feel obliged to) then here’s the link: http://www.wattpad.com/19045478-hurricane-jaime?d=ud#.Ub9upKVcrFJ

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Burn for Burn

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Burn for Burn – Jenny Han and Siobhan Vivian

I downloaded this book in my search for escapism from examination related stress and despair, hoping for a juicy tale of scandal and revenge. And I have to say, even though the book didn’t quite have the mystery I was hoping for, it was pretty good and I read it very quickly. 

Burn for Burn is, as you might have guessed, all about revenge. Three girls- all of whom can be identified as one of the stereotypes in my earlier post (outwardly tough and sarcastic tomboy, rich and beautiful popular girl and shy, clever girl who doesn’t know how pretty she is)- form an unlikely alliance in order to seek revenge on those who have wronged them; three people who just happen to be in the same clique as Lillia, the aforementioned popular girl. Two of the ‘allies’ were formerly friends, giving the trio an interesting dynamic, but the inclusion of the third girl, Mary, means that the book isn’t all about past rivalries- it’s also very much about the changing present. I really enjoyed the complicated relationships in this book, not just between the trio but also between the protagonists and the people on whom they are hoping to exact revenge. Their motivations for revenge are individual but overlapping, and the characters’ feelings for one another become very tangled. Things become increasingly complicated as the plot progresses, but this makes it all the more enjoyable. After all, when is revenge simple? 

In addition to this, as the plot progresses, the schemes of revenge become increasingly nastier and have truly disastrous consequences. The plot is imaginative and my favourite thing about the novel, but it’s also not entirely unrealistic; though improbable, I can imagine wronged girls uniting to do this. Han and Vivian also present it in a realistic way- the characters struggle to cooperate at times and it’s certainly not all plain sailing. 

I also really liked the way that Han and Vivian conveyed things to the audience that the characters themselves don’t know; it’s clear that Mary is, or at least was, in love with Reeve- hence why she was so hurt by him- but she herself doesn’t know this and it’s implied very subtly, which I felt was very skilful. On top of this, I could really relate to the way Mary wanted a dramatic moment with Reeve but he barely noticed her- that’s pretty much my secondary school experience in a nutshell! Another great detail was that Rennie, the most fearsome and popular girl in school, wasn’t actually rich, but she treated everybody like scum anyway; there were several girls in my school who acted as though they were rich and had a right to put other people down, but in reality that wasn’t the case at all. 

All in all, Burn for Burn is an enjoyable read for teenage girls and a nice bit of escapism that is, thanks to the smaller plot details, of a higher calibre than most young adult fiction, even if it follows pretty much the same lines. I highly doubt it’ll win the Nobel Prize for Literature, but if you like scandal, secrets and revenge then this is perfect for you! 

The problem with Y/A fiction

I never knew the meaning of stress until I began studying for my A Levels. Sometimes you don’t even feel human, but more like a robot programmed to analyse poems, learn dates and conjugate verbs. When the exams arrive, it gets even worse- there are tears, tantrums and ‘I can’t do it!’ breakdowns. So in the midst of my exam-related panic, I decided that the thing to do would be to read something nice and easy for a bit of an escape and naturally turned towards the Young Adult genre. I bought and read a book that I actually enjoyed, but I had some issues with it and thought about it quite a lot and eventually decided to put my problems with Young Adult fiction into words.

The stereotypes. 

Oh God, the stereotypes. For me, they are the worst thing about Y/A fiction. I’m sick of it. In virtually every teenage novel you can find one or more of the following:

– the outwardly tough, sarcastic and tomboyish girl who is secretly vulnerable.

– the shy, clever girl who loves either literature or mathematics, plans on going to college and doesn’t know how achingly pretty she is. 

– the rich, beautiful and bitchy Queen B who is at the centre of all scandal and runs the school. 

– the clever, funny, mysterious boy who the girl isn’t quite sure she can trust.

– the cute but not to be taken seriously male friend, who harbours unrequited feelings of undying love for the heroine. 

Teenagers are supposed to be able to relate to these books, aren’t they? So why can’t it be more like the real world, where not everyone is beautiful and clever? I understand that the ‘Queen B’ stereotype is supposed to be something that everyone can identify with, but in Y/A novels there’s a certain kind of comfort that can be drawn from the fact that the decent people don’t associate with her, when in real life that’s not the case, and in my experience this false illusion only makes the truth all the worse to handle. Stereotypes are much too regimented in Y/A novels- yes, there are some similarities with high school cliques but it’s not really like that, because in my experience cliques are not so firmly regimented. I also take issue with the stereotype of the shy, pretty girl that always breaks out in the end and reveals her bravery and brilliance- for most people that never happens and they leave secondary school feeling as though they never even left a mark on the place. 

Lack of plot originality. 

Ever since Twilight was released it seems that you can’t escape stories about timid girls who meet mysterious and gorgeous strangers. And more often than not, he’s not human and there’s some terrible reason that they can’t be together but they fall in love quickly and can’t bear to be apart. It’s a nice bit of escapism and appeals hugely to 13 year old girls (I couldn’t get enough of Twilight when I was 13, although I never went so far as to put posters on my walls and name my cat Edward) but I don’t think it really reflects traditional teenage romances. And what about unrequited love? When that does crop up in Y/A books it seems that it comes from a cute male friend rather than the protagonists themselves, yet I feel that unrequited love and its effects is something that should really be further explored- I know people who were driven to some very unpleasant things because they loved someone that didn’t return the sentiment. And, I’ll admit it, I also had very strong feelings for a boy who forgot I existed when he became more popular and that really hurt me, and I was very unhappy for a while because of it. Romantic escapism is fine, but I think there also needs to be something more realistic out there that lovesick teenagers can relate to, rather than encouraging them to wait around for a romance that, realistically, is never going to happen. (Oh my, I sound cynical).

But aside from romances, there are also the stories about the scandal and betrayal rooted deep in the heart of the world of the popular girls. I enjoy a scandal as much as the next girl- I love plot twists and shocking secrets, but why is it only the popular girls who get to have them? They’re not the only ones who have secrets! 

Everyone is impossibly good looking. 

Kate Brian’s Private series is one of the worst for this- every Billings girl is jaw-droppingly gorgeous and every boy dashingly handsome. That’s not how it is in real life! What about the acne, the braces, and the greasy hair? Suffering from one out of three- braces in case you were wondering- was bad enough! But it seems that nowadays in most Y/A fiction the girls, at least, are all drop dead gorgeous, even if they don’t know they’re drop dead gorgeous. Another thing that annoys me is it seem as though every heroine who finds a boyfriend is skinny, which doesn’t do much to help teenagers’ weight issues. 

The language. 

Sometimes the language in  Y/A novels drives me insane, hence the reason I don’t read many. Far from appealing to me, the constant use of “like” and “whatever” put me off- it just makes the adults who write the books seem as though they’re trying too hard. I also find that there’s often an excessive use of description in Y/A novels- do we really need to know that Ms. X tapped her blue plastic ice watch with a manicured fingernail

Having just written a pretty scathing report on Young Adult novels, I must include a disclaimer: by no means am I talking about all Y/A novels. Even Y/A novels that include many of the above elements can be really enjoyable (if slightly annoying), and I do think that it’s only as you grow out of this genre that you begin to see its flaws. Some Y/A novels are great but they don’t challenge us! Yes, they deal with serious issues, often very sensitively, but I don’t feel that there were many I could actually relate to when I was 15, hence the reason I began venturing into adult fiction. If novels like Twilight and Fallen get teenagers reading then great, but they need to challenge us more. Believe it or not, teenagers are capable of seeing past high school stereotypes.

Catch-22

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Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

I’ve been waiting for the right time to blog about this book, and what better time than 22 minutes past midnight? For those of you who don’t know it, Catch-22 is a satirical work which recounts the story of Captain Yossarian and other members of a U.S. air force squadron based in Pianosa during the Second World War. Although it’s set in World War II, Catch-22 is actually more of a criticism of the ensuing Cold War, which is revealed through Heller’s use of anachronisms within the novel, for example the slogan “What’s good for M & M enterprises is good for the country” alludes to Charles Erwin Wilson’s statement to the Senate “What’s good for General Motors is good for the country”. The novel lays into the ridiculous causes of twentieth century political conflict and the chaos caused by bureaucracy, as well as the greed of capitalism that is masked behind an idea that everybody has an opportunity and everybody gets a share. 

The novel does take a while to get into, I’ll admit. The circular logic Heller uses and the repetitive conversations the characters have, particularly towards the start of the novel, mean that much concentration is required and it doesn’t make for a light read. Often the reader is given an impression of ridiculousness- but of course, this is the point Heller is trying to make; millions of lives were lost in the twentieth century due to the ridiculous decisions of men in positions of power. The advice I would give you here is perservere– personally, once I got past the chapter on Major Major I found that the novel was much more engaging, and more of a plot started to develop. Another of the novel’s features that make it often difficult to comprehend is the apparent lack of structure- although when you pay attention you realise that the novel actually is structured, the lack of division of the novel into ‘parts’ means that it often seems as though the chapters aren’t arranged into any clear sequence, but in fact they are and as the novel continues the plot becomes more apparent. The second half is definitely more enjoyable than the first half which, though interesting and containing much humorous satire, is often difficult to follow. Whilst at first I was thinking what a relief it would be to finish Catch-22, by the end of the novel I was sad to finish it. 

One of my favourite things about Catch-22 is that it is not a novel which glorifies bravery and dying for one’s country. Were World War III to break out, the chances are that each and every one of us would be asked to lay down our lives for our country, were it needed, without taking into consideration that this goes against one of the most basic human instincts; the need to survive. Heller does not portray Yossarian’s overwhelming desire to live as cowardly or shameful, but rather as natural- who wouldn’t want to save their own life, even during a war? I also found Yossarian’s viewpoint on the enemy’s attempts on his life amusing; he tells Clevinger that he fears they are trying to kill him, because they are shooting at him, and when Clevinger replies “they’re shooting at everybody”, Yossarian simply asks him “What difference does that make?”. Because really, what difference does it make if someone shoots at you in a battlefield or in your own front garden? Either way, they want you dead. If you kill someone in battle or in the local supermarket the end result is still the same- they’re still dead and you’re still responsible. It’s an idea that I’d never really thought of before and it has made me think more deeply about the circumstances surrounding death- if you die for your country, at the end of the day you’re still dead, so how glorious is it really?

On a slightly less morbid note, the novel really is very funny in places. The last chapter left me with a very wide smile on my face and made me laugh out loud several times. In other places the humour is more subtle, but it runs throughout. On the other hand, as the novel progresses it becomes increasingly gory- there is a horrific incident of a character being severed in half, for example. However, in what for me is the most gruesome scene in the novel there is no blood split. The scene in which Aarfy is totally unaffected by Yossarian’s all-consuming rage is absolutely horrific, as there is nothing Yossarian can do to affect this slimy, sinister man. The feeling of blinding rage and total impotence are truly horrifying, and I felt a little shaken by the scene; it was like something out a nightmare, and is a work of considerable skill.

In Catch-22 Heller exposes the injustice and absurdity of twenty-first century and will make you feel frustrated by the ridiculousness that arose from the bureaucracy. Catch-22 is a book which makes you question what you thought you knew about authority and patriotism, and will, eventually, absorb you and cause you to long for Yossarian’s survival almost as strongly as he himself does. I’d recommend this book to anyone who enjoys being introduced to new ideas or has an interest in twenty-first century literature. Personally I think that everyone should read it, but I know not everyone would enjoy it, in spite of its genius; I, however, most certainly did. 

Have YOU read Catch-22? I’d love to know what you thought, so please leave a comment!

Looking for Alaska

A quick disclaimer before I get started; the promised Catch-22 review is coming, but I’m ill, stressed and incredibly tired at the moment and I want to be in tip-top condition to give the novel the well-thought out and in-depth review that it deserves.

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Anyway. Looking for Alaska. John Green.

I decided to get on what one might call the ‘John Green hype’ after seeing a few friends of mine with similar tastes in literature raving about him on Twitter. I got the impression that he tends to write tragic teenage love stories and, hoping he’d live up to everything I’d read, I ordered Looking for Alaska.

In many ways, Looking for Alaska wasn’t quite what I had expected- it’s not a story about a boy and girl who fall in love, but rather a boy who falls in love with a girl with a boyfriend- and obtains a girlfriend while he’s at it. They do share a kiss but they never become a couple, so thankfully we are safe from Miles and Alaska becoming the Edward and Bella of 2013. Unlike I had imagined, the book isn’t at all soppy and the protagonist doesn’t spend hours antagonising over the tiniest little detail which is, however sexist this may sound, one of the advantages of having a male narrator. The novel deals more with what actually happens than Miles’ trivial worries, and we’re not subjected to a day-by-day report of his mooning over Alaska. 

Maybe I should back up a bit and explain the plot- Miles, a high school ‘nobody’ leaves his Florida high school for his dad’s old boarding school, Culver Creek, in Alabama. There he befriends Chip ‘the Colonel’ Martin and Alaska Young, to whom he is instantly attracted. Miles falls for Alaska despite her having a boyfriend, but does not try to woo her and is frequently frustrated by her volatile nature and mysterious allusions to her ‘screwing up’. Miles, Alaska and the Colonel spend the year playing pranks and smoking in secret until (spoiler alert!) Alaska dies, and Miles and the Colonel (who, by the way, does not harbour romantic feelings for Alaska) have to learn to deal with losing their friend as well as coming to terms with their own guilt.

Personally, I preferred the novel before Alaska’s death. She was a fascinating character and I was always itching to know more about her- why was she so unhappy, why did she claim she had no home, how did she really feel about Miles- and she made things happen. The novel was simply more interesting with her in it, because you never knew what she was going to do next. Having said this, I was also intrigued by the stages of grief that Miles and the Colonel went through, especially the former who had to face up to the reality that, despite the two of them kissing shortly before her death, Alaska never had any real feelings for him- she may have been attracted to him, but she loved her boyfriend and she wasn’t about to dump him and start dating Miles instead. Miles has to let go of his tragic, romantic fantasy and face reality- and his girlfriend.

Often the novel feels as though it’s trying too hard to be philosophical; Miles’ preoccupation with last words, for example, seems like an attempt on Green’s part to make the novel seem profound. Works of others are also often referenced, such as The General in His Labyrinth and Francois Rabelais’ ‘The Great Perhaps’, both of which are important motifs within the novel, which to me seems as though Green is just stringing together a bunch of other people’s ideas to make himself and his work seem deep and cultured- it just feels a bit pretentious. Surely it would have been more original for Green to come up with his own idea instead of borrowing so heavily from someone else’s?

Another criticism is that, at first at least, the narrator adopts too much of that self-conscious, overly descriptive, trying-to-be-witty, high school tone that I so despise; for example one of the first sentences reads “Although I was more or less forced to invite all my “school friends”, i.e. the ragtag bunch of drama people and English geeks I sat with by social necessity in the cavernous cafeteria of my public school, I knew they wouldn’t come“. It’s just too false-  “social necessity” just screams “look at me, I’m an oh-so-relatable high school nobody!” and the use of “cavernous” to describe the cafeteria is just an unnecessary adjective. 

Despite these annoying snags, overall Looking for Alaska is an absorbing and easy-to-read tale of first loves and first losses. The characters are varied and interesting and certain elements of the novel were actually, I felt, very realistic; for example, Miles and Lara dating each other simply because they’re vaguely attracted to each other and everyone else expects them to, despite a lack of any real chemistry. I also enjoyed the fact that Miles and Alaska didn’t have this dramatic, starry-eyed romance, rather, Miles simply loved her and even though barely anything happened between them, that’s enough to constitute a love story. What annoys me about most teen romances is that the two characters quickly become infatuated with each other, whereas Looking For Alaska is remarkably un-soppy. I enjoyed the fact that near the end of the novel Takumi, a friend of Miles, Alaska, the Colonel and Lara, revealed that he had also had feelings for Alaska- it meant that what Miles felt wasn’t unique, making the novel even less of a conventional love story. I felt it was more realistic in a way, and easier to relate to- the idea that high school is a time for Hollywood romances is an incredibly boring one.

In conclusion, I would definitely recommend Looking for Alaska to most teenage girls and hopeless romantics. It’s definitely aimed at females, I’d say, since it includes the more sentimental themes of love, loss and friendship, although I wouldn’t say that it would alienate a male audience in the same way that some teenage romances do. Is Looking for Alaska the most groundbreaking, intellectual book I’ve ever read? No. Is it enjoyable? Oh, yes.

Have YOU read Looking for Alaska? What did you think? Please let me know!

“At some point we all look up and realise we are lost in a maze.”- Dr Hyde

Going after Green

So as a book blogger I feel that I should try and keep up with the latest hypes so that I can weigh in on the latest phenomena. At present this means finding out what all the John Green fuss is about, since it’s impossible for me to log onto twitter without someone tweeting enthusiastically about one of Green’s novels, or to go a day without seeing someone reading one of his works on the train or at college. Everyone I’ve spoken to raves about his novels, so I thought, “why not?” and ordered one earlier this evening. However, I fear the hype might tarnish the experience- it’s been a long time since I’ve read any young adult fiction (not that I read that much of it anyway) that impressed me, and I have an inkling that I’m going to be disappointed because the novels have been built up so much. Nevertheless, I shall try and go into it with an open-mind, and obvious report my findings…

Have YOU read any of John Green’s novels? What did you think? Let me know (but no spoilers please)!

Rereading

If you’ve read by blog recently, you might remember that I received about six ‘high brow’ books for Christmas. Due to exams and a nasty case of tonsillitis, I haven’t even completed one of them,- which is shocking, I know- meaning that I have a pile of books on my shelf just waiting to be devoured. The problem? At the age of 18, with plans to start an English course at a top university in September, I have decided that I would like to reread the ‘Princess Diaries’ series. The film was on television a few days ago and since then I can’t stop thinking about it. I began to flick through one of the novels and was once again hooked by Meg Cabot’s chatty writing style and the host of awkward situations the protagonist, Mia, finds herself in. I firmly told myself “no”, put the book down and resumed reading Catch 22. But it got me thinking- what is so wrong with rereading?

It’s like slipping into a hot bath on a cold day. You’ve chosen to reread this book because you know you’ll enjoy it. There are no nasty surprises, no worrying that your favourite character is going to be unexpectedly killed off and you’re prepared for the ending- good or bad. I find when you reread, you focus more on the little details that you missed the first time round in your quest to get to the end; tiny clues about later revelations or sneaky allusions to whodunnit if your novel of choice is a murder mystery. In fact, I often enjoy the book more the second time round. Rereading is comfortable, absorbing and a slightly guilty pleasure.

My issue is that with so many books out there that I’m just dying to read, do I really have time to revisit old favourites? But I’ve decided that yes, I do. Don’t get me wrong, I know that if you spend your whole life rereading old favourites you’ll never have the pleasure of discovering something new, but there’s nothing wrong with making time for a book that you really enjoyed; it’s like collapsing into a comfy old arm chair at the end of a long hard day.

What are YOUR thoughts on rereading?

On the Road

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On the Road by Jack Kerouac

I was incredibly excited to read this novel; described as a tale of sex, drugs and rock and roll and a defining work of the Beat generation, I expected a hedonistic thrill ride centred around some illuminating philosophies on life and love, but the book fell somewhat short of my expectations. I’m apprehensive about criticising a work that has been so greatly esteemed, but I really wasn’t particularly impressed by this book. Bob Dylan is quoted on the cover as having said “it changed my life, like it changed everyone else’s” and I know at its time of publication the book probably made more of an impact but quite frankly I failed to see what was so “life-changing” about it. That’s not to say it isn’t well written with interesting characters- it is. But it didn’t really speak to me on a personal level, perhaps because I can’t imagine anything worse than hitchhiking and having no place to call home. 

For those of you who don’t know ‘On the Road’, it’s the story of Sal Paradise and Dean Moriarty as they hitchhike around America. Sal is a recently divorced writer and Dean is an eccentric- one might even say crazy- man who is the catalyst for Sal’s travels. Sal confesses that he has always been attracted to the ‘crazy ones’; he loves to follow and observe them and yearns to be wherever they are. This was actually one of the few parts of the novel that I could relate to, that need to be where the interesting people are and to be part of their world. Inspired by Dean, Sal begins to hitchhike across America and gets dragged into Dean’s crazy world, but eventually removes himself after realising how selfish Dean is, and recognising the one-sided nature of their relationship. 

One of the main problems I had with ‘On the Road’ was Dean Moriarty himself. Sal practically hero-worships him and he is very much presented as a great philosopher with genius ideas, but I couldn’t see the sense in his philosophies or relate to them. Rather than seeing Dean’s brilliance, I had the impression that he was making up nonsense! On top of this, I didn’t enjoy Sal’s drug-fuelled ‘epiphany’ about life either- it was hard to work out what he was saying and quite frankly I just didn’t agree with most of his ideas. That’s just me personally, but rather than finding ‘On the Road’ life changing and inspiring, I found it to be pretentious. 

I also had an issue with Kerouac’s erratic writing style- it made the book very difficult to follow and put me on edge; I almost felt someone was speaking very quickly to me. However, the style fits the story perfectly and contributes significantly to the book’s whole “character”- it just wasn’t a character I particularly liked.

Perhaps I’m being too uptight about this. I go to parties, I enjoy travelling and I love free-spirited people like Sal and Dean, but Dean and his garbled philosophies completely ruined the book for me. I think in order to enjoy ‘On the Road’, one has to like the character of Dean Moriarty but I found him despicable. Before reading the book I was expecting Dean to be superficially charming and selfish but I found that all of the hype surrounding him was empty. Consequently, I felt the same about the esteem given to the novel as a whole- it really just wasn’t for me.

Have YOU read ‘On the Road’? What did you think? Let me know! 

I’m baaaaack…

I can’t believe it’s been over two months since I last posted! I am shocked and digested with myself! In my defence, I have been crazy busy, which is great, but it means that I haven’t gotten around to blogging. I have, of course, been managing to squeeze some reading into my suddenly busy life and I was delighted when I got all the books I asked for for Christmas (save for Margaret Mitchell’s ‘The Handmaid’s Tale’, because my mum couldn’t find it). Over then next few days/weeks I’ll be posting all about them but for the moment I’ve got coursework to be doing, so it might have to wait. I’ll also be making a ‘2012 favourites’ post, although I appreciate that it’s a little late seeing as we’re already in the second month of 2013!

James Potter and the Hall of Elders’ Crossing

Now, any of you regular readers of my blog will know that I am a huge Harry Potter fan. Some of you also might know that an unofficial fan series has been published (with J.K. Rowling’s consent). This series chronicles the adventures of James Sirius Potter, Harry and Ginny’s eldest son and is meant to be very good- that’s as much as I know, having only found out about the series’ existence yesterday. 

This presents me with a dilemma. I don’t know what to do. Part of me wants to read the series, part of me (the dominant part) is shrieking with rage and cursing the fool who took Potter into his own hands. I don’t want someone who is not J.K. Rowling having a say in things! It’s her world, her creation and I’m outraged that someone would dare try and carry it on. It’s like blasphemy (Harry Potter is actually my religion on Facebook). 

For: I’m very curious as to see if this series is actually any good. Who knows, I might end up really enjoying this series! It would be wonderful to revisit Hogwarts and even if the series is rubbish, at least I’ll know for sure. You’ve got to read a book before you judge it! Plus, although Rowling has approved the series, it remains unofficial- not like when Amis, Wood, Gardener etc. continued Ian Fleming’s James Bond series. Somehow, that makes it better. It’s not like someone else is having a say over the official Harry Potter series or changing what’s already been done. It’s just like fan fiction, which (though a lot of it is terrible) has never really hurt anyone.

Against: It’s blasphemy. It’s theft of Rowling’s intellectual property. It’s an attempt to continue a series that was finished so nicely. It’s like someone is trying to take over Hogwarts. It’s leeching off of someone else’s genius!  I’m not keen on that. And what if Rowling herself was planning to release some James Potter stories? Talk about treading on her toes. Although, as it’s not official there wouldn’t really be many issues with this. I just really don’t like the idea of someone taking the Potter series into their own hands and carrying it on. They can’t possible know the magical world as well as J.K. Rowling and since Harry Potter is her creation, we should accept her decision to leave the series at Kings’ Cross Station on the first of September. 

What do YOU think I should do? Help me out!