Friday last, Jenn and I waited in line to purchase the last book in the Harry Potter series, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. The line and the party at our local Barnes & Noble were just as crazy as we expected. An arguably entertaining event were the two guys at the door who were supposedly herding all us cats who regularly contradicted each other’s instructions.
We had our books by 0035 and were heading to the car when I passed a kid wearing a hand-written t-shirt saying “****** kills ****** on page ******.” I have rarely been so angry. I did not, however, drive over him with the car. The spoiler (which was true) at least wasn’t anything horribly surprising.
We read for a few hours, then slept for a few, then were up and reading on the couch. I had the book finished by 1500 and Jenn was done by 1700. So, now it’s over, except for the movies, which don’t count.
How do I feel about it? Right now, a bit drained. It was a marathon reading session and there were aspects of the story that shocked me. But, overall, it was an excellent finish to the series.