Life is a combination of magic and pasta.

I thought it was just my lack of attention span and the fact that reading a screenplay isn't the same as a novel but nope, it wasn't that. Since I have a meetup on Saturday to chat about Harry Potter and The Cursed Child and since I took today as a sick day since hormones were roughing me up but good, I was determined to finish it.

Alas (earwax), I thought it stunk. Didn't feel the vibe of any of the known characters and didn't care much about the new characters. It read like cheesy fanfiction and while I was mildly curious to see how the drawn out plot was going to end, when I got there, it was a big ol' "meh, whatever."

Ah well - it doesn't ruin my love for the "real" Harry Potter series so that's good at least.