I spent all day last Saturday holed up with this, finishing it in the wee hours of Sunday morning. The intent had been to spread it out through the weekend, half and half, but that just didn’t happen. Sunday was spent prowling the internet for interviews and getting lost in Wikipedia looking for extra, missed details from the series.

It was a perfect way to end the series, and I couldn’t be more satisfied. She managed to wrap up every loose end, including some she didn’t need to. I’ve been reading other things since finishing in an attempt to dePotterize myself, but while trying to fall asleep I still find myself thinking of Snape, Dumbledore, or Harry himself.

In all the internet browsing, I’ve come across plenty of criticisms of the book (naive, poor writing, etc.). Book 7 is a more concentrated version of the rest of the series, and if you didn’t like the other books, you’ll hate this one. But it also makes me wonder: if one hated the other books so much, why read Book 7 in the first day, or even week?