An enjoyable read, but after the absolute brilliance of Azkaban I found it to be something of a letdown, both on reread now and back when it came out. Part of that is that Goblet is the point in the Harry Potter series where it starts to suffer badly from bloat. The book is enormous, and the end is one giant infodump. First Voldemort, then Crouch-Moody, then Crouch-Barty... it's speechifying on and on and on.

The strange thing about it is that the most touching moments of the book comes in tiny fragments. The bit on Neville's parents, for instance, is only a few paragraphs long but it's punchy and tragic and is worth its weight in gold in character-building, which shows that the book doesn't need to outweigh a brick to be effective (again: see POA). Yet there it is: the brick. The bloat. And I don't recall it tightening back up from here on out.