I finished the book about half an hour ago and... yeah. I'm feeling kind of suckerpunched. Suckerpunched and flaily and sad, but overall I liked it, and after HBP I really wasn't expecting to. It felt like a Harry Potter book in ways HBP just didn't for me.
Before I finally go to bed and process things and maybe cry some more, there's just one itsy-bitsy thing:
Every time the word "Deathstick" was I used, I couldn't help thinking, of, well...
death sticks. Meaningless fandom connections are my favorite.
...I could really use some good HP fanfic right now. Fanart too. And for no apparent reason, I really want to listen to the Smiths. Mmm.