Just kidding.
I finished it this afternoon.
After what I wrote before, don’t worry, I won’t spoil anything. In fact, I’ve carefully thought everything out so that I won’t accidentally reveal anything. I know if a fan of the Potter books is reading this that the littlest thing means something and something I’d think is clever would be blantant to them.
Anyway, I loved it. I couldn’t put it down. It’s rare that any story, let alone the final chapter of a series, is so satisfying. I’d put it up there with the endings of Deep Space Nine and Farscape. in terms of, well, satisfyingness. Heck, it was better than the ending of DS9, because that one always bothered me that they couldn’t use any footage of Jadzia Dax at the end. Stupid union rules.
I also appreciate that JK Rowling avoided the problem I’ve often had with another author whose work I enjoyed, Tom Clancy. Clancy would write these eight hundred page tomes every two or three years, but he’d never recap anything to jog your memory about some nuance you might have forgotten. JK, on the other hand, finds very invetive ways to remind you of what you may have forgotten.
And, I know I’m wired weird. Heck, I choke up at Doctor Who a surprising amount. But there were some big emotional moments that hit me more than I thought they would, especially just from the written word. Very powerful.
Okay, that’s it. Two thumbs up. Four stars. Clap clap. It was a good series with a great ending, and I’m very glad someone introduced me to Harry Potter.