O.K. Its been a while since I last blogged. Almost two weeks I suppose. But I have been having a writer’s block wondering what to write about next. So this time I have decided that I will write a critique. I am going to start off with who else but J.K.Rowling and her magical world. I saw the first two movies without reading the books and I did not understand anything. It was all greek and latin to me. Out of sheer boredom I started reading the first book which my friend had lent to me. Little did I realize that the very same boredom would lead to my addiction for the next 6 7 years. While the first book was good as a standalone it was probably a little too childish for an 18-year-old. The second was also good but it was not all that surprising as I had already seen the movie. But the third to the seventh book was a magical ride for me. Amazing. The best part about these books is the fact that plot – lines from different timelines are linked together beautifully. I usually get totally immersed in to any book once I start reading it. I try to envisage that am viewing the entire story as one amongst the infinite characters. The feeling that I get when I read any Potter book is the same. The ending of the entire series might have been a bit too heroic/cliched for me. I was kind of expecting an ending in which Harry dies. But somehow! The surprises, plot twists, somehow the reading is magical, yet cerebral. That is the sort of work I enjoy. Be it movies. Be it books.