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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child "When the magic becomes unbalanced" by Belinda Roddie A review in lieu of an introspection. WARNING: Spoilers Ahead! August 19, 2016 The Harry Potter series is an absolute leviathan. That cannot be denied. Taking the literary world by storm, it revitalized what was objectively viewed as a failing industry, bringing the love of reading back to the foreground of both children's lives and adults' experiences. It was the jumper cable that restarted the printed word's dead car battery, a jolt to a fluttering heart that desperately needed more oxygen in its blood circulation. Ultimately, to say that Harry Potter saved books is a fair assumption to make. And that's not without merit. Yes, the series certainly has its flaws, which can be debated to high heaven, from the questionable motives of some of its characters to its more rudimentary structural and plot issues (It should not take an entire year of a Triwizard Tourname

Never Touchy-Feely by Belinda Roddie I cannot hug you, sadly, for I have no arms.

The army retreated on the seventh day, moving as far back as the Richman Mountains on the east side of the continent. Once camp was set up, tallies were made as to how many men and women had been lost. The casualties were alarming - at least a third of the troops were dead or gravely injured. I myself had lost feeling in my left leg, and therefore I couldn't stand, walk, or run. The doctor placed me in a rickety wheelchair, which I used to roll myself around the area in order to survey the scene.