When you’ve been having a rough ride for six books long, caught up in captivating narratives, bewildered by some twists and turns, entrapped in detailed descriptions, stunned by unpredictable plots, and amazed by impeccable storytelling, you’ll want to come to a very, very satisfying climax and end it in huge glory. But when your ride is getting bumpy and suddenly coming to a halt in the middle of the street and then you discover that your machine is apparently having a problem, you’ll get pissed off. More or less, that’s how I felt after reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
Upon the death of Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter has to shoulder a bigger task than any other ones he’s ever done before, trying to find the rest of the Horcruxes in which fragments of Lord Voldemort’s soul are kept. So Harry, Ron, and Hermione decide to drop out of Hogwarts and go searching for the remaining Horcruxes to destroy them. But they have nothing to wield but their wands and unaccomplished magic, no clear information on the whereabouts of the said Horcruxes. Relying only on some random tidbits picked up here and there and half-baked plans, they set off for nowhere.
The journey proves to be tough and dangerous, exceeding their capabilities and young minds. Their immaturity is obviously not enough to tackle every possible problem standing in their way, and what they have at hand are merely their strong will and bravery. Their friendship is also in danger. Against all odds, they can finally put the puzzle together and obtain all the Horcruxes and destroy them to pieces. But there is still one thing Harry has to deal with: the fact that he is the last Horcrux.
There is no doubt that all the three main characters in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows have been growing up some more, but their emotions hang precariously in the balance, threatening to fall and explode on either side. In fact, I can see by the duties and responsibilities they have to bear and the difficulties they must endure that they’re sort of forced to be more mature than they really are. And Ron’s character changes unfortunately into a more emotional, jealous young man, matching Harry’s own already emotional self. The rage, uncertainty, anxiety, restlessness, fear, insecurity, are all normal and understandable, looking at their age and what they’ve been going through. So, although I did not expect Ron to suddenly change that way and lose his silly nature, I can accept that. I can even accept his childish fight with Harry. The point is, we are brought face to face with the fact that Harry, Ron, and even Hermione are still emotionally unstable teenagers being forced to deal with the harsh reality of a dangerous life and unbelievably difficult challenges. Rowling never fails to amaze me with the way she creates and molds her characters.
On the whole, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows has the best story among the Harry Potter series. It’s just such a shame that the plot is the worst of all. If I am to be frank, I don’t like it when something comes out to the surface just out of the blue without detailed explanations. And I seriously don’t like it when everything merely pops into Harry’s mind while he’s working on the chronology of every single thing both in the past and present times. How does Kreacher suddenly come out at Hogwarts to help Harry fight the Death Eaters? And how come Charlie Weasley suddenly arrives at Hogwarts when he doesn’t come with the others at the very first place? And how does Abeforth, the Hog’s Head’s barman, come to be Dumbledore’s brother? There are too many things unexplained, and I didn’t find no immaculate details anymore. The book is thick, there is, in my opinion, so much space to write some necessary details and elaborations. The storyline seems unlikely, awkward and implausible. And the epilogue is like any Hollywood sudden happy ending forced to happen.
Overall, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is a total disappointment for me. Perhaps not totally, but still disappointing. The story created by J.K. Rowling for this seventh book is great, but that doesn’t really help the storyline nor the narrative. Mostly, this book failed to make me fascinated the way I was when reading the other six.