Harry Potter banned from paper's bestseller list | UK news | The GuardianJK Rowling - Joanne to her friends - conjured up Harry Potter and his wizard school, Hogwarts, while stuck on a train to Manchester nine years ago. In book one, the orphaned year-old is sent off by his beastly uncle and aunt to Hogwarts, where for the first time in his short and troubled life he finds himself among kindred spirits. He's no longer an oddity but a bit of a hero - a wizard at the treacherous airborne sport of quidditch, who can handle a broomstick like no one else, but is not above getting himself into the most fearful scrapes. Over the series of what will be seven books looms the spectre of Voldemort, an evil genius who murdered Harry's parents, and may at any time come back to get Harry. In the latest volume Harry and his friends have reached the disorientating middle years of adolescence. The Prisoner of Azkaban is correspondingly darker and more fragmented. Whereas earlier episodes were framed by a benign adult authority that could save children from the worst they could do to themselves, here there are no such certainties.
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban is, however, literally darker than the first two bright, clean movies that Chris Columbus delivered: a touch muddier, a hint grainier in its look. And to add to the general air of disquiet, there seems to be - unless I am imagining this - a silent, fleeting cameo at the very beginning by Ian Brown, late of the Stone Roses, glimpsed morosely on his own in a pub called the Leaky Cauldron. Otherwise things are not so very different for Harry and his wizardly chums. As ever, we start with Harry's enforced confinement during the holidays in the suburban home of his hateful muggle relatives, Uncle Vernon Richard Griffiths and Aunt Petunia Fiona Shaw and these days hormones are kicking in to fuel the resentment. Taller, ganglier Harry has got a bit of fierce teen attitude - a little bit anyway - and breaks the no-magic-outside-Hogwarts rule, hexing his unspeakable Aunt Marge Pam Ferris by making her blow up like Mrs Creosote and letting her float away.
Publisher Bloomsbury is furious that the cult children's book, which is outselling Thomas Harris's much-trumpeted new Hannibal Lecter thriller by five to one, will not be included in the main list. Harry Potter's many fans won't be happy either. But Caroline Gascoigne, literary editor of the Sunday Times, insists that the Harry books should not be included on the adult list alongside works of literature like the book of Star Wars Episode 1: The Phanton Menace. We have never included children's books on our main bestseller list, it's as simple as that. That is why Harry is on the children's list instead. She would not be swayed by the fact that Bloomsbury has produced "adult" versions of the Harry stories with less colourful covers so that older readers would not be embarrassed to read them in public.
Harry Potter was not normal. For a start, he hated the summer holidays. An orphan, he was forced to stay with horrible Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia and their fat son Dudley. They hated Harry for being a wizard. They were Muggles, non-magic people, and did not let Harry mention anything to do with his beloved Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was forbidden by the Ministry of Magic to cast spells outside school, but he couldn't resist. Aunt Marge inflated like a giant salami.
A new cover for Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban will be winging its way into bookshops in September Award-winning artist Jonny Duddle chose a nighttime scene of young Harry conjuring up his Patronus to attack the Dementors for the new jacket.
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It was amazing, funny and frightening! For a start the description was just excellent!!, Harry is delighted when he gets on the Hogwarts Express for the second time, as the summer has been very unenjoyable due to the Dursleys being the only relatives of his left. When Harry sees the school after what seems like ages, he sees hooded figures standing outside.
Stay home on Saturday week. The nation's high streets will be mobbed by parents and children stampeding to obtain not the latest faddish toy or computer game or movie spin-off merchandise, but a book. You know, one of those old-fashioned things, pre-audiobooks and e-novels, with lots of words printed on crisp white pages snugly bound between hard covers. In any other circumstances, this would be cause for stunned rejoicing. The book is not dead, long live the book, etc. But, frankly, it depends on the book.