My mother keeps asking to see a review of the last Harry Potter book on my blog. I'm not really sure why...although, in a lame effort to make myself sound either really cool or really pathetic and to end this first paragraph with something, I read the last book in roughly seven hours in one sitting.
Since I've been incredibly lazy with my blog over the last few months, mostly to which I blame having a spacebar on my keyboard that sticks unless I hit it in precisely the right place, I'm going to sum up the book with one thought:
Holy muggles, J.K. Rowling blasted out George's ear and left him with a gaping hole in the side of his head. This image bothers me more than the bloodbath that took place by the end of the book or the image of Hermoine and Ron getting intimate in order to reproduce children. (Oops, spoiler alert, right, kids?) So seven books later, all I'll ever remember about the series is that the one redheaded twin ends up with a hole in his head.
