No intentional spoilers will follow, although I can't promise my impressions of the book won't shed any light on the overall outcome of the book. You have been warned.
J.K. Rowling concludes her tale of The Boy Who Lived in this, the seventh novel in the series. Followers of Harry, Hermione, Ron, and all the others in the cast of characters won't be disappointed. In my opinion, Deathly Hallows is by far the most action-packed of the seven books, and I had a difficult time putting it down. I always say that one of the ways I judge if a book is a "good" book is if I dream about it. I've dreamed about Harry and his friends every night since last Friday night, I believe, to the point that at least one night I was "reading" the book in my dreams, developing my own plotline (too bad I didn't write that down!). Those who know me in person know that I'm not exactly a night owl, and if I pick up a book after 9:00 pm to read, you can guarantee I'll be asleep within 30 minutes, if not sooner. Not so in this case. I still had probably close to 200 pages left when I began reading last night and, even though I did battle Mr. Sandman a couple of times, I prevailed and finished the book a bit after 1:00 am. This book had me laughing and crying interchangeably, and the overall effect was one of great satisfaction. At the same time, I feel like I have said goodbye to a good friend (many good friends), and I was a bit melancholy once I finished the book. It's sort of like graduating from school and moving away, knowing that a part of your life has come to a close. I just hope that another part is opening for Rowling and that we will enjoy more books from her in the future. They're bound to be as fulfilling as Harry Potter has been for all these years. Thank you, Ms. Rowling for an amazing adventure.
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