Well, folks, it’s finally, really over. I feel drained, spent and horribly sad, like I’ve just said goodbye to some of my dearest friends. Thank goodness I’ll be able to pick up the books whenever I want and return to them when the urge hits.
In the meantime, I managed to read the book, cover to cover, in about 12 hours. I barely came up for air. But I’m so glad I did. Now I’m just waiting for my friends and family to finish so I can discuss and relish every last minute detail with them.
In the meantime, I stare at my bookshelves, thinking, “what in the world can I read now?” for nothing can really follow in the footsteps of Harry and J.K. Rowling.
It is, indeed finished.