You know that feeling you get thats like the whole world has just let you down, dropped you off the ledge of the Grand Canyon and then drowned you in the Marina Trench? That was the exact feeling I felt the moment I finished off Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix in record-breaking time. I wished I had never opened it.
It wasnt just the death-that-must-not-be-named that irked me. It was Harry Potter, the hero, the role model, whose attitude made me want to jump right out of my skin. At some points in the book I wanted Uncle Vernon to magically apparate into Hogwarts and give little Harry swift kick in the rear, just to remind him that arrogance is not something people find especially attractive in a young male.
Sure, its acceptable for people to get upset sometimes, and granted, that Potter boy does have reason enough to fume about being parentless and such&but trashing Dumbledores office? Telling him its his entire fault? Is that warranted?
Either way, it paves the way nicely for book six (which will not disappoint fans, trust me there) but really, Harrys personality is under siege. That bugged me. But thanks Fred n George for your amazing escape.