On a slightly different note, does anyone miss the days of childhood where you were completely absorbed in a book’s magical world ?
I would read constantly and I just loved it - I loved the stories, I loved the ‘worlds’, the characters, the events and all the unusual things that existed but I think mostly it was the agency of the main characters - how they encountered a difficulty, knew they had to do something, felt fearful but did it anyway. I always felt those books were somehow instructional for the real world.
I also think that the focus on criticism here is a bit misaligned - there is no point looking for holes in a story about wizards and magic - the whole point is that it’s a fictitious world, but are the events plausible within that world, do the characters act consistently within the plot? This is literary criticism, to me
I do remember thinking at the time they were written for film, not reading - they are, imv, badly written and as someone else said, entirely forgettable once read (although the volume is huge)