After high school graduation but before university, I was required to take several classes before I can proceed with my undergrad. One of those classes was English Literature, in which we were going to do Othello. I read the book before classes and felt dread creep up on me: I didn't get Shakespeare at all! I was surely going to fail. Then, in the first day of class, the teacher came armed with a CD player. "This is a script for a play," she announced. "It's meant to be heard, not read." 

This memory kept popping up in my head as I read Cursed Child. It was the thing that kept my expectations in check, though they were still sky-high. I've loved Harry Potter so much, this installment can't be anything but fantastic. Though I suspect the play would be incredible, the script didn't make for a fantastic read. Though there were moments in it that made me smile, it didn't come close to the original series.