The dogs were lying next to me in Sid's room as I wrapped up Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows yesterday morning while Bevan was in Berkeley buying produce. Below are the words that I'd like to remember most from the last book and perhaps the whole series. They're what was going through Harry's head as he made his way into the Forbidden Forest to die.
It was not, after all, so easy to die. Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.
I really loved visiting these books again after so much time. Even though my life is wildly different than it was almost decade ago when I last read them, they still felt exactly the same as they always have—like home.