For the past weekend (excepting an excursion to Disney on Ice and a Wedding) I have been glued to my monitor whizzing through the pages of the final installment of the Harry Potter series.
I’d like to be able to tell you that the book tickled all my senses, that I laughed, cried and absolutely loved it. Instead I feel hollow. I can’t believe this was it… the series is over.. and in this way.
Would be unfair to give spoilers, yet at the same time I’m furious with Rowling for this installment. Don’t get me wrong, it was good, really good, not sure if it was better than all it’s predecessors, but the characters were more real, more human. Yet.. something felt amiss, an unmistakable sensation that this isn’t how it was supposed to go down, that she’d written it differently. The current version seems too much like Egyptian/Indian drama where everything “magically” comes together near the end, and everything suddenly makes sense.
I don’t know.. don’t listen to me… I’m still kinda angry at her for ending the series.
Goodbye Harry Potter….