Have no fear, there are no Harry Potter spoilers lurking within this subdued little post of mine. On the contrary, Dear Reader, I merely felt the need to share this with you: at 6:09 PM today, EST, I finished reading Harry Potter.
This week was an especially eventful one, but I spent every stolen moment I could find reading in the greediest of manners. I read on the subway and on subway platforms. Lunchtimes found me poring over pages, sitting on stone steps or perched on uncomfortable metal chairs.
One lunch hour I became deeply perturbed, as my cozy reading spot suddenly became the setting for an outdoor jazz concert. I escaped as surreptitiously as I could, sneaking out after the second song. (I desperately needed to read without distraction; plus my husband is a blues/rock/funk musician, therefore by marriage I have a strong aversion to all things jazz.)
And so, I found my reading concluded exactly as it had commenced: nestled snugly in my bed, sipping coffee, Kittie lazily stretched out beside me, snoring sporadically. Like last Sunday, occasionally I emerged from the bedroom to inform my husband of the many vitally important happenings in the wizarding world. And let's face it, there was a hell of a lot going on.
I laughed, I cried (aloud), I wanted more. No doubt I will always want more. One thing is for certain: my dreams tonight shall be sprinkled with visions of Hogwarts.
Most endings, I find, are bittersweet...
XOXO
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