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I finished Harry Potter last night--I spent a lot of the convention with my nose cemented to the pages. Such a sense of finality--a decided sense of discomfort at the idea that there would be no more Harry Potter installments to look forward to. JK marvels that she has been living with him for 17 years, and having it end makes me realized just what a substancial chunk of time we've spent with him as well (10 years?). From reading it to Zoe, to buying the books on tape for the car. A reliable sense of a fall back when it came to fantasy.

Her writing has vastly improved--I don't think Snape's eyes flashed dangerously once--but I missed the old sense of whimsy and I think it's the loss of that that I miss the most. Her new book is a scarey, powerful, thrilling ride; but I miss Dumbledore's floating cups of proffered drink bonking the Dursley's in the head, or Dobby's hats.

I find myself dwelling on Snape as a little boy a lot. So sad. I could empathize. She captured kid speak perfectly. His confusion on trying to tell Lily how he felt and having it all go totally pear shaped. He made a choice--yes--but you can't help feel that he ended up criminally unprotected in Slytherin.

I want more! Yes more!! (eyes screwed up, face red like a toddler crying). Sigh. I just got too worked up I guess, the movie and the book all in the month of my birthday. The media excitement. Zoe's going back to school soon too, loss, loss loss.

We picked up Darwin from Dogtopia. The cameras had gone off line yesterday, but one came back on and Rob thought he saw him. All three of us went as one to pick him up. Zoe and I had missed him the most--but we are around him the most. He whined and wagged in an explosion of joy, released anxiety and relief that we'd come and made us all feel appreciated. Don't like the whole boarding thing. I can't help feeling that no matter what their intentions, they can't give dogs the atmosphere that would make doggies truly happy--like grass for instance.