It was 9:00 p.m. before I was able to sit down and open that book. I thought I was going to expire from curiosity. I turned page 784 at 3:46 a.m. the next morning. I'm 43, soon to be 44 (next week), and the thought that I would stay up all night reading a book never even crossed my mind. I was too tired, too exhausted, too busy, too everything. Nevertheless, there I was, breathlessly turning every page, scared that Harry was going to bite the dust in the next chapter. J.K. Rowling is really, really good.
This book was a well-written and well-paced story. Twists and turns, exciting duels, people going down EVERYWHERE until I wondered if she was going to kill everyone off at the end of the book. But never worry that I will spoil the end. You'll have to read the book yourself and find out who lives, who dies and what happens to them.
Two thumbs up baby! I'm sad the series is over.