**I'm not going to spoil the book, no worries.**
After threes days in which knitting, housework, blogging, and probably parenting and marriage, didn't get any attention, I've finished The Book.
My take? Rowling is utterly, totally, and freakishly, brilliant.
It took me longer to finish the last six chapters or so because I could hardly stop crying. My son is a saint, and his reward is unfettered color crayon access to the dust jacket. He's making a fantastic memorial as we speak.
One last obsessive's note: Neville Longbottom is my absolute hero.
Now, we return to our regularly scheduled fuzz.
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Very cute pic in the sidebar! I like the "Look Ma" part. It's when Ma isn't looking that the trouble starts, as I recently learned. ;)
Keny and I read the book together. I must admit, reading it from cover to cover aloud was a very different experience and really brought the last chapters to life. We both enjoyed it very much.
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