No, there will be no spoilers in this post. I just wanted to write to say that I have finished the book. I enjoyed it. There were things that I saw coming, and things I did not. But that is not the thrust of today's post. I write because I am at the end of the journey. I always feel some sort of depression at the end of a book, expecially one that I was waiting for, and hungrily read in record time for me. However, at the end of it, there is a hollow feeling, like something I was waiting for and had so much anticipation over is complete. As with any such thing, it is always a let down. Like the big vacation you were planning or the big project that has a rush deadline. All of it is similar, and the reactions are similar. However, arriving there is, in and of itself, an accomplishment. I'm sure I could add a lot more grandiose statements about life, goals, and all of that, but, the truth of the matter is that right now, I don't feel it. It's not the way the book ended. I'm happy with that. It's just that it has been a long trip with the characters and now that it is over, it's like I'm saying goodbye to some old friends whom I've watched grow up. That is a difficult thing.
As I do so, I am reminded of so many stories I have written over the years, most not finished. And I wonder, will I finish them, will I feel the same as Rowling stated she felt at the end of her series? The only way to find out will be to get to one of those ends myself and see.
K
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