AGAWRHP

The neighbors turned their lights off. My dog fell sound asleep. I kept reading. And at 1:03 am, I finished. All was well.

FINALLY someone acknowledges professional boundaries at Hogwarts.

Forget a cute story of wizard wonderment — the real moral of Harry Potter is that life is an endless parade of pain and turmoil where you have to watch everyone you’ve ever loved die.

The further I get into this series, the harder time I am having remembering what the eff has happened so far. You see, I am an Old Lady.

I can boo at Snape because I GET THINGS NOW.

All I want for Christmas is a Molly Weasley sweater.

Here is my current problem: THE WORLD IS FULL OF SPOILERS.

I got all the way to page 209 before crying for the first time.