The anticipation is over! Travis went into 7th Street Books bright and early yesterday morning to pick up The Deathly Hallows
for me. They'd only just finished building a pretty display with stars and streamers and stacks of books. Travis took the first book off the pile, messing up all their efforts, and brought it home for me. I had it in my hot little hands by late morning. It was the US edition, unfortunately, but you've got to take what you can get. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to buy it here at all. But I needn't have been concerned – English copies are everywhere, even in Automercado, our local supermarket.
I read it on and off all day and finished it in the early evening. And I wasn't disappointed – I was pleased and relieved. The right people survived, although the body count was disconcertingly high, and Rowling tied everything together very nicely at the end. I might have to read it again to get to grips with all the magical artifacts because, what with the horcruxes and hallows, and sundry and assorted extra wands, there was a whole lot going on, leaving me a smidge confused.
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