…and it’s a good tale, better than the last couple of books where Harry has been just plain whiney.
I’m somewhere between wistful and glad that it’s over, or rather that it has been brought to a proper conclusion – and, perhaps unsurprisingly for a book which deals so much with themes of life and death, it leaves me somewhat thoughtful.
Reinforces my belief that life is good, even if it is painful or twisted sometimes.
That’s been on my mind a lot for the past year. That, and regret, and hope. It all balances out, and my thumb is pushing down on the “hope” side of the scales a bit.
Oh, and the book? Well there are always people who will read it shallowly and then find something to complain about? In this case I think the anti-Euthanasia lobby will go slightly potty…
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