Actually, I finished the book yesterday, at noon. I've been reading all the flist posts, all the wank posts (dammit, the Potterdammerung hasn't happened yet!), and checking the spoilerrific icon posts (without snatching any, because I don't want to annoy you guys). I still have to catch up with RP and fanlisting business. But I've been feeling so hyped and tired from the whole experience than I couldn't do anything coherent. Including, of course, writing a review.
Anyway, comments are set back to normal :D I'm happy to report that I wasn't spoiled in the least.
On my first years in college, I read the books 1-4 as my guilty pleasure, I suppose, and I'm afraid they became trendy in Venezuela just some time before the first movie. It was interesting to find friends of mine and former classmates to admit to me they liked the series, and exciting to say "ME TOO!" because that was too geeky. The books were magical to me because they were the kind of stuff I would've liked to read as a child. I also remember the time I looked for Internet shit, and did the sorting at the WB page, and was all SWEET, I'M A RAVENCLAW even if I was pushing as a Gryffindor LOL.
I've never been too much into the HP fandom, and it wasn't even the one that introduced me to Intahwebz communities. However, during my animanga message board days, I'd hang at the HP subforums and do stupid shit like pretending I was a Hogwarts student, and read crack posts by 13 year-olds and find it amusing. I made good friends at the board by writing collective crossover crack badfic with explicit self-insertion, including the dear![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
threeleaf. A horrible past, but I had FUN and that's what matters. More on the dark past was when I was on my HP fandom phase at LJ, and joined sorting communities. I even was a Ravenclaw at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hogwarts_elite until it wore me out. After HBP, I felt the magic was a bit gone, and shrugged out of it.
I'm happy it's over. Not because it's been a bad trip -bumpy, yes, but there's nothing wrong with it, at least to me-, but because we finally got a conclusion. Is it sad? Sure it is, but I don't feel like that. I feel this rush of happiness and euphoria inside. With all the apathy I had, it's surpising the book had me in such a state of joy for a couple of days. I couldn't even shed tears for the dead. It's a strange thing.
( Continuing the tl;dr, but now with SPOILERS. THERE WILL BE SPOILERS. )
Anyway, comments are set back to normal :D I'm happy to report that I wasn't spoiled in the least.
On my first years in college, I read the books 1-4 as my guilty pleasure, I suppose, and I'm afraid they became trendy in Venezuela just some time before the first movie. It was interesting to find friends of mine and former classmates to admit to me they liked the series, and exciting to say "ME TOO!" because that was too geeky. The books were magical to me because they were the kind of stuff I would've liked to read as a child. I also remember the time I looked for Internet shit, and did the sorting at the WB page, and was all SWEET, I'M A RAVENCLAW even if I was pushing as a Gryffindor LOL.
I've never been too much into the HP fandom, and it wasn't even the one that introduced me to Intahwebz communities. However, during my animanga message board days, I'd hang at the HP subforums and do stupid shit like pretending I was a Hogwarts student, and read crack posts by 13 year-olds and find it amusing. I made good friends at the board by writing collective crossover crack badfic with explicit self-insertion, including the dear
threeleaf. A horrible past, but I had FUN and that's what matters. More on the dark past was when I was on my HP fandom phase at LJ, and joined sorting communities. I even was a Ravenclaw at hogwarts_elite until it wore me out. After HBP, I felt the magic was a bit gone, and shrugged out of it.I'm happy it's over. Not because it's been a bad trip -bumpy, yes, but there's nothing wrong with it, at least to me-, but because we finally got a conclusion. Is it sad? Sure it is, but I don't feel like that. I feel this rush of happiness and euphoria inside. With all the apathy I had, it's surpising the book had me in such a state of joy for a couple of days. I couldn't even shed tears for the dead. It's a strange thing.
( Continuing the tl;dr, but now with SPOILERS. THERE WILL BE SPOILERS. )
