I finished Harry Potter last night at 1 am. My husband is very glad. He looks forward to plying me with Ambien and sacking out early tonight. I'm looking forward to annoying him with several episodes of Bridezillas that I've got stored up on my DVR.
I liked the last Harry Potter book. A lot. But I probably won't write much more about it here. At least not for awhile. Accidentally spoiling it for anyone else would make me feel too guilty. Not too guilty to live to see another day. Just too guilty to not inhale a box of Milk Duds or something. And quite frankly, I don't need any help packing away Milk Duds. So I'll just suffice to say that I liked it. A lot. And anyone that finishes it and wants to chat can feel free to email me.