To finish HP book 7 that is. I had a late start as I didn't start reading until 3 am. My gallant Mr. Pikko offered to go out to get my book to prevent spoilers from being shouted at me. (actually he just didn't want me out by myself at 2 am) The poor guy waited for 1 1/2 hours in line for me and arrived back home at 2:45.
I went to bed at around 10:30 so I started reading with a scant 4ish hours of sleep. I finished reading at just about 11 pm, so 19 hours later. I have however, factored in my unfortunate, unintentional nap and an additional 2 hours of various kid related tasks. Meanwhile one of our friends finished reading at 10 am. Clearly my reading skillz are teh suck.
Completely unrelated to plot: JK Rowling has picked up this odd obsession with colons. I swear: There must have been a sentence on every page structured this way. Really: it drove me crazy.
Anyway, spoilers:
Anytime someone asked me what my thoughts were on Snape I insisted that he was 100% friend. Yesterday when Kao asked what I thought I said 100% friend, but he'd tragically die. I hadn't cried reading a HP book since Goblet of Fire when Cedric died, not for Sirius and not even for Dumbledore, yet when Snape died I just lost it and the tears were streaming down my face in droves.
I thought I'd be sad when I was done reading because when I finished OOTP and HBP I felt cheated because I'd blazed through it so quickly. Yet somehow I just feel happy to know everything. My one disappointment was the lack of details on how George coped with the loss of his twin and what he went on to do later in life.
Anyway, I know there are people sneering, but this message is obviously not for them. I thoroughly enjoyed it and have always admired JK Rowling's ability to surprise me with her plot, all the way back from Book 1. I'm happy to be a fan and I'm happy with the way she ended it. Really it seems like there was no other way.
Tomorrow the kids can rejoice that they no longer have a zombie mommy!