An end of a series

After a few weeks of abandonment I finally decided to write my opinion about the much anticipated book of the year: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallow. The media campaign was so strong that perhaps the only way to escape Potter mania is by burying yourself in the middle of Baghdad (and that is not 100% full-proofs). I was not particularly excited or curious about result of the final battle between You-Know-Who and the boy who lives. It was the sense of nostalgia that prompted me to finish the series. Harry Potter was one the first English book that piqued my interests to learn English. I am one of the generations that grew up following Harry Potter’s adventures. Rowling has done a good work of making us feel emotionally related to Harry and his friends (I can’t say much about her writing skills although she is definitely a better writer then me). In the end after years of waiting and guessing, I closed the book, finishing it in 8 hours of marathon reading (watery eyes, stiff neck, and all) to conclude that yes, he is growing up like every other average children, leaving the simple world to the disillusionment that everything is not what is seen. No spoiler here people. Enjoy the book. PS: Sincere thank you to Da Fonz for his understanding when I completely ignored him to finish my reading. And for his persuasions so I didn’t throw a tantrum when I didn’t receive my book delivery in time.