All I can say is that if I were the author, I would've had a nice time fucking with an entire world and, like some of the false spoilers my boyfriend read to me when I downloaded my early copy,
killed everyone off. I mean, the opportunity was golden and perfect and! It would've been awesome. WHERE WERE ALL THE ROCKS?
Except, obviously, also cruel and nasty and not conductive to good storytelling and/or moralizing, not that J.K. necessarily did a great job with that last bit (I could've done without how underhandedly she complimented the Slytherins, personally) but it would've been the best fucking joke on this side of the planet, you know?
As it goes, like millions of other fans, I knew Snape weren't no bad guy and that he was enamored by Lily (I almost with he had been a bad guy though, you know, for posterity's sake), I knew Harry was a Horocrux (I would've killed him, for real), and I knew dodgy old Dumbledore was some power-hungry freak setting a little boy up to do his dirty work (I couldn't have even dreamed up his crazy sister or relationship with Grindewald, though). I don't quite understand the Lupin-Tonks thing (why the hell was it even there? an uneven parallel to Harry/Neville's lives?) and the epilogue read quite a lot like bad OBHWF-post-War fic, but at least the children were somewhat amusing...
Or, at least, well, Albus Severus was (and what a fucking horrible name to give your child by the way, I don't care who you're honoring! J.K., overall, disappointed with the names in this book, which makes me sad, 'cause I generally like her naming).
Also, for the record Luna and Neville are the real winners of this book. Is all I'm saying. I mean, come on. Way to fucking kick ass, you know.
I'm sure I'll be more coherent at another time, possibly tossing some stuff out. But for now, sleep beckons.