Rereading "Goblet of Fire" only further reiterated how "Harry Potter" is a series like no other, and we will never be able to thank J.K. Rowling enough for the magic and characters that she has brought us. 
 I got all the feels reading this book. Allllll the feels. I cried when Cedric died. I shook with anger when Fudge didn't believe Voldemort had come back. I finished the last page with a heavy heart and an urge never to let go. 
 It's funny because I skimmed this book the last time I read it (I was in 6th grade and not yet an avid reader), and all these years I just figured I wasn't missing much since I have seen the films so many times. WELL LET ME TELL YOU, the movie cannot compare to the incredible amount of detail in this book. It's like reading an entirely different story at some parts, and I was shocked. It was thrilling, heartbreaking, and overall an amazing reading experience.