I cry for more. This installment of Harry Potter had been a one of a kind thrill ride for me. Go on and tell the world how J.K Rowling, perhaps, didn't quite produce a piece of work that is of a certain calibre. I say, screw you. This is wonderful! I just want more and more, and just sad that no more's coming. It sure puts an apt fullstop at the end of the journey of Harry, and what is impressive is Rowling's illustration of his growth. From how the Harry, though brave in Book 1 but yet cautious, then Harry and his impulsive growth, his love life, and finally, to a mature him, filled with imperfections yet in so many ways, perfect.

I probably cannot acclaim it to be the best book out there, but it sure teaches some values that I can call out to. That of selfless love, as how Dumbledore had aptly put it. Of how this greater love surpasses all other forms. So many revelations Rowling had artfully crafted. I was bemused to see dear Kreacher, shocked to find out the truth about Snape amongst many other events in this book. Harry's understanding of the power he wields, though not honed totally by his own skills, has made him much more powerful. The knowledge that he possesses, yet not abuse, is what makes him a truly deserved foe of Voldemort. One cannot help but hate the man for the miseries he had caused. Of course, Umbridge's appearance, though short, was immensely satisfying. It fitted so well with her character- her job that is.

Ah all that said, it is time to get back down to serious work now that I'm done reading. I suspect I'll read it again in no time, just to do a detailed one all over again. Kudos to Rowling!