As I sat on the train today reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, I felt embarrassed. No, not because I was reading what many refer to as a “child’s” book, but because I’m sure my fellow riders would be thinking “He’s been reading that book for 4 weeks now!”. For all of you non-readers, you may think it’s silly, but the readers know who else is reading. We read the book feverishly and unabashedly; except for this time. I did not want this book to end the closer I got to the end, and as it drew to a close, through my enjoyment I felt a little sad. At 38 years of age, I have never read a series of books until now. Never become so familiar with characters on the page, as I had become with these characters.
The book is a great read. It gives the proper weight to the seriousness of the proceedings this time around.
I hope my fellow bloggers welcome me back.