That's what the headline of The Everett Herald is going to read if a rather tactless coworker of mine was correct in his spoiling of the final book of the series.
It began innocently enough- he asked me what my weekend plans were, and I said I was going to the midnight release of Deathly Hallows (An aside: I'm not a cape-wearing, made-up-with-a-lightning-shaped-scar sort of fan. I go to the midnight releases because someone else in the world might know how it ends before I do, and I just can't have that...). He smiled that I was so excited and then, I believe as a joke, made a declarative statement that gave a definitive ending to the book.
He quickly covered that he's only heard that on the radio. Now, a particular radio station in Seattle is actually in hot water for having looked up the ending online and blurting it out over the airwaves. So my co-worker may have just told me the ending to the series.
If he was right, I'm going to club him over the head with a hardback copy of the book.
Books, like roads, are all about the journey, not the destination. When you know where you're going, the journey means so much less to you. I really hope he was joking. Or misinformed.
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