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Sorry — I am officially too geeked out about the last Harry Potter to concentrate on anything else this week.  I’m re-reading the books this week in preparation, and I’m getting pretty excited/scared.  You guys, lots of people are going to die, and it could be anyone.  Ron?  Definite possibility.  Harry?  Oh, he’s not safe.  Neville?  Probably (heroically).  Another Weasley?  There are a lot of them.  Hagrid?  Goner.  Hermione?  For some reason, I think she’ll survive, but I can’t pinpoint why.

I’ve started to feel very strongly that neither Weasley parent nor Professor McGonagall should die, because poor Harry just can’t stand to lose another adult, you know?   It will be hard enough when Hagrid goes (you know he’s not going to make it to the end — too sweet and loyal and lovable to make it all the way through).

It’s just too much.  I’m very glad that I gave myself time to read all of them in a row, one last time, without knowing what was going to happen.  

(Incidentally, I’m in the middle of the fourth one now, and I will place Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban up against just about anything else in an exciting pageturner contest.  The first two read like very good children’s books but then, all of a sudden, in the third one J.K. Rowling just lets you have it.  It’s amazing.)