So there is a point in every Harry Potter book where you’re in or out until the end. It’s that point where you decide that it doesn’t matter if you have to stay up until the sun comes up, you’re going to have to finish the book right then. No more stopping. No going to sleep. No putting the book down. The flip side is you can back away, full well knowing that the next time you pick up the book will be the last. For Deathly Hallows, that spot is page 608, and it is the page I currently sit on. Those of you who are already finished know what I’m talking about. Those of you still reading will know shortly. Shit’s going down. It’s going to be awesome. But first I’m going to make myself a snack, watch TV for a bit, before I tuck myself into bed with my book and finish it tonight. If I don’t I fear that my body will kill me for woefully neglecting proper nutrition on mental stimulation beyond reading today.