C'est le fin
I've finished it. I got home around 10:00 a.m. today from picking up the seventh Harry Potter, and by a bit after 10:30 p.m., I'd finished reading it. Yes, I did stop for lunch and dinner. My pace overall seems to be slightly less than 100 pages an hour, reading about 200 pages at a stretch.
Geez, I just couldn't say something direct and simple like "SPOILERS. DO NOT CLICK," could I?
I don't know what the verdict of the general populace is yet, but I liked it. It lived up to my expectations, if not to the general hype, which I thought was excessive.
It was different from the other books, with most of it not taking place at Hogwarts, though the climax and stuff taking place at the school was perfect.
The whole part of the book leading up to the ending was very fitting, and if the epilogue was a bit too sentimental. . . But I knew he couldn't die as soon as he became convinced that that was what just he had to do. And it was so typically Dumbledore, what happened.
People died at a much greater clip in this one, though I am happy that Ron and Hermione made it through.
I did have one minor prediction that came true--Dumbledore had indeed asked Snape to kill him.
Child!Snape=cute, especially when he's watching child!Lily.
My opinion of Dumbledore fluctuated throughout, though it ended on a high note similar to how I originally thought of him. But poor Ariana.
There were several times when I cheered and/or clapped excitedly. Like when Ron came back. And I still think Hermione's cool. And they acted like teenagers.
I was sad for Lupin and Tonks, mirroring James and Lily like that.
Professor McGonagall is, and always has been, made of win.
I wish Draco'd gotten to redeem himself a bit more.
I agree with what I'd heard said once, that J.K. Rowling is a better storyteller than writer. I'm not bowled over by her exceptional prose, but the images of what's happening come over in my mind very clearly.
I'm not sad that it's over; I'm not disappointed with the way things turned out. I'm sure there's more to say, I just can't think of it to say it. And so it ends.
Geez, I just couldn't say something direct and simple like "SPOILERS. DO NOT CLICK," could I?
I don't know what the verdict of the general populace is yet, but I liked it. It lived up to my expectations, if not to the general hype, which I thought was excessive.
It was different from the other books, with most of it not taking place at Hogwarts, though the climax and stuff taking place at the school was perfect.
The whole part of the book leading up to the ending was very fitting, and if the epilogue was a bit too sentimental. . . But I knew he couldn't die as soon as he became convinced that that was what just he had to do. And it was so typically Dumbledore, what happened.
People died at a much greater clip in this one, though I am happy that Ron and Hermione made it through.
I did have one minor prediction that came true--Dumbledore had indeed asked Snape to kill him.
Child!Snape=cute, especially when he's watching child!Lily.
My opinion of Dumbledore fluctuated throughout, though it ended on a high note similar to how I originally thought of him. But poor Ariana.
There were several times when I cheered and/or clapped excitedly. Like when Ron came back. And I still think Hermione's cool. And they acted like teenagers.
I was sad for Lupin and Tonks, mirroring James and Lily like that.
Professor McGonagall is, and always has been, made of win.
I wish Draco'd gotten to redeem himself a bit more.
I agree with what I'd heard said once, that J.K. Rowling is a better storyteller than writer. I'm not bowled over by her exceptional prose, but the images of what's happening come over in my mind very clearly.
I'm not sad that it's over; I'm not disappointed with the way things turned out. I'm sure there's more to say, I just can't think of it to say it. And so it ends.