Last night at 3:30am, we finished The Book That Must Not Be Named here at the Potts/McCoy house. Today, I have a Harry Potter hangover.
This entails a generally bloated feeling caused by drinking too much caffeine and eating too much sugar to stay awake. Other perks include a messed up sleep schedule, an aching lower back, and general feelings of bloodshot bleariness.
I was worried for the first 300 pages, because I was not enjoying the book. I did not experience the general sense of delight that has come in the past from watching the gang return to Hogwarts. It's pretty bleak, in a Frodo and Sam journey to Mordor boring kind of way.
However, the last half of the book darn near makes up for it. A good, exciting, and fitting end to the series, with a startlingly high body count, too. A few tears were shed, and a few moments of silence were taken during the course of the night.
And now I have my life back, at least until the Blogathon next Saturday. This was just practice for getting up early and staying up all night.