Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, the last book in the magically creative series, is doneat last. Finished. I was one of the thousands who waited for the stroke of midnight on the 21st to find out the fate of Harry Potter. While others dressed as evil Umbridge, wise Dumbledore, and even the weepy Whomping Willow, I stood, in my Muggle best, waiting...for what, I did not know. Would Harry live? Would Ron and Hermione? One thing for sure, Voldemort would surely die.
The book was fantastic, even deserving a second, more thoughtful read. Although I'm sad to see the journey has ended, it'll always be on my shelf, should I want to experience it again. It also serves as a reminder at what we can accomplish if we set our minds to it. J.K. is a true inspiration.