And the drama begins. Or more precisely the cosy scenes from the first book are very few, short, and far apart. No enjoyment of quidditch, no fun in classes, next to no pleasant conversations over meals or even at Christmas. Whyyyy!? We were having such a nice time together, and now it seems like the wizarding world has lost it's novelty to Harry, the narrator and frankly the authour. Still a great book, the plot is wonderful and intricate. I just hate that there isn't more of a balance to it.