End of an ear. (Typo, but I'm leaving it for kicks.)
I am depressed, not because of anything that happened in the final Harry Potter book, but because the series is over (I highly doubt there will be anything other than companion books akin to Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them or Quidditch Through the Ages). I've been reading the series since I was twelve, and since then I've graduated from high school, finished three years of college, and have begun thinking about what I'm going to do after May, when I will need to provide things such as health insurance and food for myself (it doesn't help that I've been hungry all day, despite fairly frequent snacks).
I'm also glad that I waited to buy the book until this morning - Meenu and I met at the bookstore, purchased our copies, grabbed coffee and THEN took the T home together. I didn't start reading until after 10 this morning (I'm not really sure when I made it home). Dealing with crowds last night would have been horrible.
(Also: my favorite character is AWESOME.)
I'm also glad that I waited to buy the book until this morning - Meenu and I met at the bookstore, purchased our copies, grabbed coffee and THEN took the T home together. I didn't start reading until after 10 this morning (I'm not really sure when I made it home). Dealing with crowds last night would have been horrible.
(Also: my favorite character is AWESOME.)