It’s the first of December, which means another round of making up ludicrous lies about something I’ve read. This isn’t a book I’ve read in the month of November, because I spent most of my November doing the writing thing instead of the reading thing, so instead I took a recommendation of a book to review: J. K. Rowling’s Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
This book tells the story of the young Harry who is, as his name suggests, learning to be a potter, crafting all manner of functional and fanciful items out of clay. Harry is an average potter and leads an average life, until one day, as he is taking a newly-made goblet out of his kiln, the fire spreads, leaping to the piece in his hand.
Harry is horrified at the lost masterpiece, naturally assuming that the fire has caused the goblet to be all burnt and cracked. But what he sees instead amazes him: the goblet is full of fire, but the goblet is not burned. And out of the fire that swirls within Harry’s own handiwork comes a voice, calling him to action, telling him of a great evil force that he must defeat.
Can Harry’s mediocre skills at pottery help him to defeat this evil once and for all? And will he become a master potter before his story ends?
Goblet of Fire, as the first book in the famed series which follows Harry the Potter, is an excellent gateway to the world, and I would recommend it to anyone who loves pottery, unsubtle Biblical allusion, and epic fantasy.