It was long. It was overly descriptive. The forced romance between several couples was a bit unnecessary. She killed off many too many characters, sometimes seemingly just because she could. There was an epilogue set 19 years after the final chapter that did absolutely nothing to advance the plot or the lives of the characters.
But I’m glad I read it.
I got into the Harry Potter universe later than most, but I liked the journey. The last three books were the worst of the series, mostly because her editors refused to cut the damn things down to a manageable level. I skimmed most of book six and now about half of book seven. I’m not as big a fan as I was when I first started reading these books three years ago. It was a good series, but not sad it’s over. Just a good universe to delve into and then come back, move on from.
I’ll be immersing myself back in Bill Clinton’s autobiography as I travel across the country. I hope to finish it before his next book comes out.