I finished Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on Sunday, July 21 about 4 in the afternoon. I still find myself thinking about it, pondering the many things that transpired in the 759 pages I devoured like a ravenous beast.
I journeyed through seven books with these characters, celebrating their triumphs and mourning their losses. I thought I would be saddened to see the story end, to realize as I closed the tome that I would have no more adventures with Harry, Hermione, Ron and the other characters I've come to love, but that did not happen. While the book certainly is not perfect, I find myself feeling satisfied, happy that Harry fulfilled his destiny. I achieved a sense of closure, an internal satisfaction that comes with seeing a story through to completion.
My mind is compelling me to write more, but find myself hesitating. The thoughts chasing themselves around my brain like a pup who has newly discovered the joys of his tail beg for release, but I do want to mercilessly yank the joy of watching a story unfold from some poor soul who may crash upon the shores of this rambling blog unawares.
Suffice it to say, the Harry Potter story has been an enjoyable journey, fraught with nailbiting excitement, bitter tears, and unabashed exhultation! Many thanks to JK Rowling for taking the time to create a world I was happy to be immersed in through seven wondrous volumes.
And to all of the Hogwarts gang, Godspeed!
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