Thank you, Harry Potter

Yesterday I just finished the seventh and last Harry Potter book. There's no more. Not even a page. I never thought that day would actually come. It all reminds me of the last Lord of the Rings-film. It's sort of an anticlimax really - "uhm.. what should I obsess and look forward to now?"

I know it sounds silly, being this sad over the end of a book series. But when you've read each book a minimum of 3 times, and have all of them as audio books on your iPod, and have a hard time falling asleep without listening to it, maybe it's not that strange. And when you've been through the stories that many times you can't help getting a relationship with the characters. I'd really like to know the Weasley's, actually, the twins in particular, and there's been many times I'd wish I'd gone to Hogwarts and there actually had been a wizarding world - life seems a bit more interesting and fun on their side. Childish, I know, but I hang on to the childish side of me.

As far as the book goes, I'm not going to reveal anything. Apart from the sad fact that she didn't leave any loose threads that I could hang on to, any reasons for her to write another book on Harry Potter. And it really was as full of twists and turns as I suspected, I spent half the book with my mouth open in disbelief, sometimes gasping or laughing aloud. The only complaint I have is that the "farewell" is rather short. Although, as I said earlier, she didn't leave any loose ends, she made the ending quite short. I guess she went for a "quick and painless" approach, but still... When I've followed these people for a timespan of 7+ years, I couldn't help but feel that they got sort of yanked away from me the minute the story was finished. I wanted to know more, what happened afterwards, how the lives of the "survivors" went on... I just realized that I'm essentially asking for another book here, and I guess that's no use. I owe Harry Potter (and in turn; Rowling) a thanks though. For endless hours of fun, and for showing me a magical world I could escape into.

In other news; I'm on sick leave again. Still fighting bacterial infections and bronchitis, I'm soon going mad. The penicillin is killing my stomach too, and all I want to do is sleep.

And I've found out that I probably won't be going to the Vestfold Vikingfestival 10-12th of august. The friend I was going to visit, whose cabin I was supposed to borrow, is starting school right after that weekend, so she couldn't meet me after all. Bah, I really wanted to go now that I've gotten my Viking clothes. Haven't managed to put it all on and take a pictures yet, the underdress needs to be altered a bit - the arms are way to wide, I can't do anything in them. It turned out rather nice tho, and when I calculate all I've spent on it including the damn VAT (moms at 25%), I'd damn better be pleased with it. Hope I'll get the chance to use it soon!