Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by JK Rowling
Ah. I debated the need for a separate entry for this book. There’s much to say, and I’m not sure how to say what I want to say, but it’s a fitting end to a marvellous adventure. It was a great ride and I’m both relieved and sad it came to an end.
Not my favourite book of the series — I’ve always liked The Prisoner of Azkaban best — but I definitely liked it better than The Half-Blood Prince or The Order of the Phoenix, and the editing sort of improved at some points (the dialogue!), but didn’t in others (tl;dr in parts! I am ashamed to admit that there were times when my eyes sort of flicked to the bottom of the right-hand page when I was reading the top of the left-hand page because I wanted to check if the tl;dr was done with!). I suspect it was the time constraint working against Jo and her editors than anything else? (I should stop making excuses for other people just because I like their work, really.)
I finished the book in four to five hours or so, and I was bleary for work the next day because when I finished it I was staring at the ceiling, trying to make up my mind whether or not I like the book. I have yet to reread it, though. I’ll probably read through everything (or at least from Goblet of Fire) again, because I think I’m misremembering things. Hm.
