Well, I finished the final Harry Potter book on Sunday. I loved it. Absolutely loved it. I'm still digesting it. I think about it off and on throughout the day. I'm extremely please and impressed with how J.K. Rowling decided to end it all. I am a bit sad, though, about it being the last book and all. I feel like I've said farewell to friends who are moving far away and I don't know if I'll ever see them again. I know I'll re-read it more than once, but it won't ever be the same as the first read.
So, now you can talk to me if you've also read it. In fact, I want you to talk to me about it. I'm dying for someone to debrief with. I'm sure the Girls' Moma and I will have many conversations about it this weekend when she and the girls get here. I can't talk to J because he just started it. I really don't want to spoil it for him. But if he asks me straight out...
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Me too, me too. Loved it and loved the ending. I'm going through withdrawal though and thinking of starting the series over again.
L-S
PS: Did you hear about the theme park they are making for HP in FL? Perhaps you can schedule a visit.
Hmmm...a theme park? I don't know about that.
I heard a DJ this morning say that he was going through Harry Potter withdrawal, too. I'm glad we are not alone. Because if we were the only ones, then we'd really be weirdos. I mean, besides how weird we are already.
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