Got the seventh book. Read the seventh book.
In re: Deathly Hallows — stretches of the old brilliance. A few unbearable bits. Really, neither more nor less than I expected. For the most part, a rollicking, breezy read. Solid B to B+ that could’ve been an A had she not had to deal with all the nonsense she set up for herself in HBP. Assloads better than HBP–but it could hardly not be.
Yeah, I knew it was coming. Sev and Albus pre-planned the whole funeral. Feh, I say! Feh! And Snape’s own demise and the Penseive fodder he gave Harry would’ve been a lot more meaningful had Sev been portrayed a little more evenhandedly all along, or at least a little less lopsidedly. As it is, okay, I’m glad that there was finally something that Harry was wrong about and the adults weren’t. Sheesh. The whole Albie-Wan Kenobi bit while Harry was “dead” was tedious, preachy and predictable. Pleased that Dumbledore didn’t turn out to be Uncle Al or Great Great Grandpa Al or some damn thing.
‘Ship wars: who cares? Cripes, it’s just a book. Author decides canon, even if you don’t like it. Besides, that’s what fanfic’s for.
Whacking both Remus and Tonks was just gratuitous. Fred, predictable (it was either him or George). That Hagrid is still drawing breath, I find amazing.
There’s hope for Dudders yet, apparently. It would have been nice to have found out what had happened to the Dursleys somewhere along the line, though.
Albus Severus Potter. Sheesh. That alone should be enough to haul up Harry and Ginny on child abuse charges…
Uneven, at turns both maddening and fascinating. I suppose all in all, a satisfying close to the whole thing.