I am still sorting some of my reactions to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, which I started last night around two in the morning and finished this afternoon at a quarter to one. (Yes, I slept in between.) I think that for the most part J.K. Rowling managed to draw together most of the wildly free-floating plot strands that had accumulated over the course of the series and bring them to a fitting resting point; where the story ends is as it should. I found it much more of a piece than its predecessor. And if she made decisions that did not so much please me, for either tonal or personal reasons—it was not my story, and her decisions are hers. I may write more about this tomorrow, or I may simply go back to proofreading Cavafy. But given my previously disclosed interest in Snape, I might as well mention him here.
( And I have read the right books to interpret your looks. Spoilers. )
( And I have read the right books to interpret your looks. Spoilers. )