I’ll use that title, and hope you recognize it. If you hang out here, you ought to.
So. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Read it and cry, but read it. I have been known (well, not, because I never confessed it before)… In the past I have sometimes refused to read books containing the deaths of characters I loved or other bad things. I even stopped reading one series I loved when I realized the author planned to marry my beloved hero to a woman who drove both me and the hero batty in a very not-good way.
That said–I love the character who died in HP6. I am still glad I read it. I will continue (how could I not?!?) when book seven arrives.
For the record, I had guessed who the Half-Blood Prince was long before JK Rowling (blessed be her name!) revealed it. (only because of the H-B P’s proficiency at that one subject…) Also for the record, I do believe the dear departed is truly departed, and will not be returning, as happens in too many fantasy novels. While I’m certain Ms Rowling (praise to her name!) is even more fond of the lost one than I am, I have faith in her ability to resist taking the easy way out.
Don’t take that as meaning I think that individual’s involvement is over, though. Some people have the ability to make really long-reaching plans.
My fanfic is another thing that has come to an end. I have enjoyed it incredibly, I think I have learned a lot in eighteen chapters, 44,000 words. I have received 30 favorable reviews, and it has been viewed 1,764 times. Quite a boost to the ego, actually. Now I need to go do it for money. ‘Cause I don’t want to work for a living.
Which brings me to one more thing coming to an end. My summer vacation. Monday I have an in-service, Wednesday I go back to work. Sigh.
I really gotta get published.