HP & The Deathly Hallows
I can't stop crying.
I ordered a copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows from Amazon, but sort of at the last minute I walked to the Child's Play shop about five minutes from my house at about 12:15 last night and bought another copy; I'll give the other (which arrived about an hour ago) to someone else, probably my mother. I read until about 4 a.m., and then I woke up at 8:30 and kept going.
I forced myself to slow down and I tried hard to read it slower and slower, but it was really hard not to flip through the pages in a mad sprint to the end.
It was a worthy end. I feel satisfied. I feel emotionally-wrung out. My heart raced and terror gripped me throughout nearly the entire book (it was truly a thrilling and terrifying ride!) and I cried too many times to count by now. I'm still crying. Mostly because it's The End. Partly because of what happens, of the sacrifices necessary to the outcome.
God, I hate saying goodbye.
Now I think I shall drink the cup of tea that N has just brought me and go away to do other things for awhile. I think I'll take a walk: it's a beautiful day and I'm ready to go appreciate a blue sky and sunshine. :)