The Joy of Reading -- and Finishing -- a Good Book
“When I closed the cover, my eyes sort of bleary, I felt the pleasure that comes from reading a great book. I was sorry it was over.”
At the bottom of page 759, at about 2 a.m., I reached a milestone. I finished Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Don't worry, I'm not going to say a word about how it ends, other than that the end, actually the whole book, is pretty near perfect. For those of you who haven't read any of the books -- and I admit I dismissed them as kids' books when they first came out -- you're missing something quite special. But believe me, start at the beginning. For those of you who have read the others, I recommend reading the previous one first, just to refresh your memory.
When I closed the cover, my eyes sort of bleary, I felt the pleasure that comes from reading a great book. I was sorry it was over. But I also remembered that more than a year ago, I had said that I hoped to live long enough to find out what happens to Harry. That may have seemed silly at the time. Surely there are more important things in life. But I was serious when I said it back then.
So, as I write this, I'm a little sleepy. I guess it's time for more coffee. I think maybe I ought to give all of you, oh, I don't know, two months to read the book, and then we can talk about it? I wish now that the book had been a little longer, just to prolong the enjoyment. Maybe she'll write another one, though I doubt it. But more than anything else, I'm taking one thing away from the book.
I made it.
7:13 AM ET | 07-24-2007 | permalink