Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is finally out, and all I can say is “Thank goodness.”

Like Shari, J.K. Rowling’s non-stop harping about the release date, and no spoilers, really turned me off from caring about this installment.

I got my copy today, and it also carried the stupid notice about not opening until the 21st, and that just irked me even more. This is the last book in a mediocre series of books. (Yes, you heard me, “mediocre”) This is not the second coming, it is not a top secret document… it’s a book.

And for all of her whining, I read the epilogue several days ago online in what is referred to as “the carpet book”. For those of you unaware of it, someone got a hold of a copy of the book approximately a week early and took pictures of every page. As they were somewhat blurry, and my eye-sight sucks, I only read the epilogue.

Funny, I knew the ending early, and the world didn’t end… no children cried… the Earth did not stop rotating. That appears to be only J.K. who thinks it would have.

I wish her all the best, I wish her no ill-will, but with the series now over, I won’t be crying any tears at the thought of her not showing up every couple years and whining about evil people who get the book early. And, someday, I might even read the book, but for now, it sits next to me, unread, and with very little interest in it for the moment.