I couldn't get to sleep last night, a combination of Tyson's coming home today and that book release everyone's talking about, so I headed to my 24-hour grocery store and bought a copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows in the first ten or so minutes that it was on sale.
After more than 9 hours of reading, I have to admit that I'm a bit disappointed. I don't feel like the novel was consistent with the previous installments, and I don't think I like some of the character development that went on.
And that last chapter, well, it was obviously written by her toddler.
Yes, I am satisfied, as always, when such a story arc finally comes to rest. And I don't really agree with much of the criticism I've seen: "too dark," "too many people die," "foul language" (It says damn, like, four times. These have got to be the most polite 17-year-olds on earth.), "sex" (oh, puh-leez), "the devil's work," etc. But I do think there was a certain element of craftsmanship that was lacking.
Of course, I may just be grumpy from almost 10 hours of lying on my couch.