Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, for all its flaws (overlong and given to convolutions), rocked. I’m J. K. Rowling’s devotee, through and through, not because she’s a peerless writer (who is?) but because she spun a darned fine yarn with wonderful characters into seven books of cumulative magic. What world-building! What an amazing range of supporting figures who come alive as you read along! She’s right up there with Patricia McKillip and Robin McKinley in my estimation as fantasy authors who always knit together a coherent and magical universe in which to place their story.
Damn. It’s going to be hard to figure out what to eagerly anticipate next. Well, besides the DVDs of Season Two of Rome and the final season of Battlestar Galactica.