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I must tell you in the beginning that this is not a book review. Not even close to it. I just felt like writing about the book that I'm currently reading. I had bought 'The Cuckoo's Calling' by Robert Galbraith from Flipkart sometime last year. Yes, I admit that I bought it not just because I knew that it was by none other than the J.K. Rowling, but also beacause the blurb was interesting. I have been a sucker for solving mysteries for a long time, thanks to the Famous Five from childhood. They are the best, even now!
I have worshiped the Harry Potter series, though it was a tad disappointing for me towards the end. Harry Potter fans, please don't give me those killer looks. And before you start to throw things on me, let me tell you that I love Harry Potter and he shall be one of the fondest memories for me growing up.
But a few pages into the novel and it hardly seemed to move. The book starts off with the supermodel Lula Landry falls to her death. Her brother appoints our hero, detective Cormoron Strike, a war veteran. And that was all that I made it to. I mean, in my defense, I was disappointed that the story was not flowing. It was dragging on and making me feel helpless. You know that feeling, right? Like being stuck in a relationship that you so want it to work, because you know you are with a wonderful person, but the spark seems to be missing? Well, that is exactly how I felt with this book. I desperately wanted to read it, but somehow I couldn't make it to even a quarter of the book.
I did the unthinkable then. Tossed it back on my bookshelf where it lay gathering dust for quite sometime. Till yesterday, when I reminded myself that everyone deserves a second chance. So what if it is not her best work? J.K. Rowling was the Queen of fantasy for a long time. Maybe she needed to do something different. But then again, I don't think she can reach up to the bar that she set for herself when she wrote Harry Potter. I can't bear the thought that her wand may just not be waving any more magic.
I know it's not fair. And this is just my personal opinion. I know a lot of people who have enjoyed this one. I can see a lot of good reviews as well. I just hope I manage to read it through and see the last page of this one. What if the best is yet to come? God, do I need the patience to sit through this one.
I owe it to one of my favorite authors and to myself. I find myself holding the book again, guiltily, and hoping to find that lost spark. Yes, I have started reading it from where I had stopped off. But still no spark. At least, not yet. Or maybe, just maybe, I'm depressed that there won't be anymore of the Harry Potter magic in my life.
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