I just finished reading Harry Potter (no spoilers)
The title says it all. I got the book at around 1:00 a.m. Saturday morning, started reading at about 2:00 a.m., and finished Saturday night at 11:55 p.m.. This puts the book in my hands for less than 24-hours. I don't really have a life, but I don't mind.
So now I'm trying to cope. I mean, there's definitely a sense of closure, but I just can't shake feeling somehow let-down. Not by the book, but by the crushing realization that I will no longer get fresh glimpses into the Wizarding world. Everything that will be written, has been written. All that's left is for me to pore over previous books and analyze every detail with scrutiny, making connections and hitting myself in the skull for not figuring things out sooner.
I rarely react so physically to books as I did to this one. I laughed a lot when things near the beginning. During the final hours, my pulse started racing, and I still haven't totally come down from it. When I flipped the final page and was left with nothing left to read, I started to cry. Not because of anything in the story, I think, but because it's GONE. Something is actually OVER. I mean, I knew it have to end, but I feel I lost some sort of very close friend now. And there's nobody to talk to about it.
So now I'm trying to cope. I mean, there's definitely a sense of closure, but I just can't shake feeling somehow let-down. Not by the book, but by the crushing realization that I will no longer get fresh glimpses into the Wizarding world. Everything that will be written, has been written. All that's left is for me to pore over previous books and analyze every detail with scrutiny, making connections and hitting myself in the skull for not figuring things out sooner.
I rarely react so physically to books as I did to this one. I laughed a lot when things near the beginning. During the final hours, my pulse started racing, and I still haven't totally come down from it. When I flipped the final page and was left with nothing left to read, I started to cry. Not because of anything in the story, I think, but because it's GONE. Something is actually OVER. I mean, I knew it have to end, but I feel I lost some sort of very close friend now. And there's nobody to talk to about it.