Post Potter Blues

As I turned each page of this 604 paged book (may not exactly be 604...but somewhere there la), I am compelled on by the curiosity of how it all ends. At the same time, I am sadden by the knowledge that THIS IS IT! The last Potter book! No more pre-booking. No more getting up early and fighting our kiasu way through the mass of kids (woe to those who got in our way!). A chapter in my life has come to a close and I am inflicted by what Jess calls the 'Post Potter Depression' syndrome or PPD for short...only that I have never liked the term depression and am opting for the word blues instead.

And so I have reached the end of the book (a few days ago actually). My verdict: TERRIFIC! I could not have imagined a better ending and as I turned that last page, a nostalgic smile appeared on my face. Good bye Harry...it's been a great ten years of growing up with ya!

PS: Manju...I don't believe that you refused to have dinner with me on the account that I finished the book first. Hurry up already so that I can have my munkee-bud back. Imagine all those bowls of tom yam we are missing.