I bought this book because all the positive reviews convinced me that it might be worth reading. My hunch wasted more than a few hours of my life.

The book uses the Harry Potter series as a springboard to discuss various philosophical problems. After finishing the book, though, I can't say that I've gained any deeper understanding of philosophy, or Harry Potter, whatsoever.

Take, for instance, ethics. One writer essentially summarizes one aspect the naturalist view (if God doesn't exist, then morality doesn't either) and the Christian view (God does exist, and morality is indispensable). The end. To say that the editors skim the surface with this work is akin to saying that Plato liked to think about stuff.

Next, consider the editor's treatment of courage. Says the writer: readers, you can build up courage by preparation. No really, hear me out on this! Also, know that if you fail there will be consequences. Friends can give you support too. Says the reader: oh my god. I can't believed I just used my hard-earned cash on this. This will be the most expensive toilet paper I've ever purchased.

Perhaps I was expecting too much. Perhaps I was wrong for expecting some kind of epiphany, a glimpse into the profound. Perhaps I was wrong for being disappointed at receiving a collection of infuriatingly childish essays connecting Harry Potter to philosophy.

Perhaps I was wrong. But I seriously doubt it. If you're expecting what I was from this book--some food for thought--look elsewhere.

Having read most of the other 'Potter Parasite' books, I started reading this book with the printed words filing through the front of my head while plotting the scathing review in the back. A quarter of the way through, I couldn't put it down. It actually makes thinking and logic fun. It makes broccoly taste like chocolate. Thanks!