Rating: 3.5/5 
 ***Spoiler-free*** 
 I started the Harry Potter series only two years ago. Yes, I know, I'm late to the party. I had this book sitting on my shelf for about a year now and finally got around to finishing it. I didn't enjoy this book as much as I know I could've, and that's basically all of my own fault. Rowling is a fantastic storyteller and if I didn't already know what was going to happen, I would've rated this book much higher. 
 The fact that I didn't enjoy this book as much as I could've is my own fault. I watched all the movies before I even picked up the first book (I know - it's a mortal sin, but I solemnly swear that this is the only series I have ever done this with) and, unfortunately for me, the movie rendition of this book is the only movie that I remember almost everything that happens. Also, gifs and excerpts from Tumblr that show up of my dash are part of the problem too. 
 As you probably know from a similar experience or from rereading a book, knowing what's going to happen sort of dampens the experience. When the suspense factor is taken away from you, it just isn't as fun anymore. That's what happened with this book. I read the book being able to appreciate the characters growing older and Rowling's spectacular writing, but I wasn't able to appreciate the mystery because for me, there was no mystery. 
 So, Potterheads, please don't kill me for committing this unforgiveable sin. I already regret it because I ruined such a great read for myself. Alas, I can't do anything about it now, but even though I knew what was going to happen, I was still able to appreciate it and I hope to read the next book by the end of this summer.