and it’s the end…

Some people might find this odd, after all, books and their characters are listed as fiction for a good reason: they are not real.

however, when you have been sitting there, immersing yourself into their lives again and again, they are as much a part of you and your life as you have been quietly theirs.

That said, i was eagerly awaiting this book, and yet so not really wanting to see it, because it will spell a farewell, a goodbye, to a constant escapism, to “friends” i have made over the years. and some are less “ressurectable” than the others.

i am still reading the book, not because i am incapable of reading any faster, but the sudden realisation that i can not touch them anymore slowed me down. i have peeked at the ending, i will admit, so that if she has killed off people i like, i adore, and i treasure, i would have stopped reading. i won’t tell you know whether she did or didn’t, because, to be honest, when i read the ending, i was satisfied enough to battled on, knowing what i did know.

i am pretty close, almost 20 pages away, from whence i started reading the ending, but i will re-read the ending anyways, for it to build slightly more sense. but i fear, this will still make this loss, a loss.

of course, i can re-read harry potter whenever i like. after all, i do have the whole lot. the experience though, would be vastly different, would it not?

Thank you j.k rowling, you provided me “friends” and “family”, and a truly wonderful world to escape into.

on another note, i have worked and schooled so much in the past week, i am feeling a burnout.

oh… and cookie got fired. O.o *state of shock*