Harry Potter, We Fare Thee Well

So, I finished Deathly Hallows late last night.

While I can't say that La Rowling's latest work has been great for my health---seeing as how I haven't gone to bed any earlier than two the past several nights and I kinda need my rest. I can say, however, that I---the woman who has recently let her inner hypochondriac fully off the leash, much to the dismay and annoyance of many an oncology nurse---don't really give a shit. Health be damned; I needed to know what happened. Dr. Academic's going to have throw me a bone on this one.

I am not going to discuss anything in the book. Sorry. I'll save that for later, when everyone's through it. I'm afraid of ruining it for anyone by dropping the least little tidbit, and there are so many tidbits it's only by supreme force of will that I'm able to hold back. Last week, I thought La Rowling was being overly fussy and unrealistic when she complained about early reviews. This week, I'm completely on her side. So, lest I give up the ghost by rambling on too long, I will simply say this: Deathly Hallows, the final chapter in what is, ultimately, a set of kiddie books that I refused to read for many years, has turned out to be one of the most satisfying reading experiences I've ever had in my long and varied career of reading fiction.

Brava, La Rowling. Brava.