Because I've just come off from reading it non stop, I think my mind is too blank to really talk properly about the book. I may do it at a later date, but maybe not. I didn't hate it. And actually, I really enjoyed it. As I was saying to a friend halfway through reading the book, I wasn't sure whether I liked it or not, but I was enjoying it the whole way. It kept me gripped, and I cried and laughed in all the places I'm sure JKR wanted us to. Having finished it, I can now say I did like it. I loved it actually, and I think she did everything perfectly, because it was her book and her story and she was happy enough to release the book, and I completely accept it.

Throughout the series, Harry has been nowhere near one of my favourite characters, but for me, this book, and his thoughts and actions and the way he was, though he still may not be my ultimate favourite, JKR made me realise why he should be up there. To turn something around like that, in me, for only two days ago I was saying that I would not mind if Harry died as long as it was for a good reason, and finally crying in the last few chapters afraid for his life... it feels so big to me that she's been able to do that.

I've read this series since I was eleven, and now I'm eighteen, it feels so nice to come away from the last book with a sense of completion. I'm still not sure how roleplaying will continue, in that it may be quite difficult to do with it being over, but there is a whole world to explore and characters, and so I'm sure it will. I'm just not sure yet how I'm going to be able to do it. I'd reserved myself in anticipation, not joining games, avoiding all subject of roleplaying, because I thought that I would finally let the HP world go. But I'm not too sure yet. I love the whole world so much, the stories, and I can't imagine letting it go. I'll likely lurk until I decide.

J.K.Rowling may not be the best author there ever was or will be, but she managed to capture my heart with the books and especially Deathly Hallows. I have so much respect for her.

I can't think anymore about book seven, because I just might cry. My head's exploding after, rather obsessively, reading loads of theories and looking at the covers and trying to guess myself. It's impossible, and most likely all wrong. How will interest in the series exist at all after the release? I know there's post-Hogwarts, but :( I quite like playing the characters at school. It's so miserable, the thought of July coming. It's absolutely, fantabulously brilliant that after soo many years of reading, all our questions will be answered, we'll know what happens and, most definitely, the good will win and evil and Voldemort will lose. But... can't it wait a little longer? I could actually wait a bit longer. I'm going to miss it so much, and I hope - just hope - that my love for the whole universe won't diminish. In some ways, I think it's because I don't want to grow up. I've read Harry Potter since I was ten. I'm eighteen in June, and if it ends, it'll be like, "Right, Jo, time to grow up and do and read adult things, okay?" Harry Potter, in a lot of ways, encapsulates being a child, and not just with the whole magic thing. That's why it reaches out to so many different people, of all ages. It reminds them of childhood, and though there are dark things that make things just a bit nastier, we watch Harry grow up and mature. As soon as it's over, I will finally, too.

I'm really going to cry.