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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

I finished Harry Potter and the Cursed Child a few weeks ago. I've taken the time to mull it over, and have left out spoilers. 
First off, I had to wait a whole day to get my copy. Monday morning I woke up early and went to Target to get my copy before heading off to work. I felt a little bit of that excitement from going and getting a copy as a kid. Recently I went to the same Walmart that my dad took me to to get the seventh book years ago. It was a fun day. He took me to McDonalds beforehand and then I got my book, and then I read all day until they forced me to go to bed, then I woke up and kept going, was interrupted while I went to church, and then finished up. 

When getting this copy, I waited a few days before reading it. I had a few other books to finish up with first. I read it during lunch breaks and so on. I finished it in two days. Going in, I felt pretty excited. It was so nice to see Harry and everyone again. 

There were a few weird scenes in the beginning (the trolley lady?!?) but I kept on going. There were a few moments that really hit me and were everything I wanted as a Harry Potter fan. Moments with characters that were allowed to happen. I gave a huge gasp at work and my co-worker got very upset with me because she didn't want me to give anything away.

But as I kept going on, I realized that in my opinion, this just doesn't fit. It feels a little too fan fictiony. Things just didn't make sense. Character paths made no sense. Some moments I just shook my head over and over again saying, what? 

It's not even the format difference from a novel to a play. There were just too many things in Cursed Child that made no sense to me. From the characters that I grew up and loved, I don't understand why they would ever do some of the things that were shown. Some magic made no sense. I was disappointed. 
I'm going to pretend that this just didn't happen, and since this feels like fan fiction, I'll make up my own ending. 
What did you think? I'm dying to discuss the play with people. 

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