harry potter and the deathly hallows.

i have finished the harry potter series {again}. for the past few weeks my free time has been spent with my nose in a book, reading each installment one right after the other. i have read the books before, but it has been some time since i last did so. i also had read each of the earlier installments several times more than books five, six, and seven. {i think this happened because i used to read each of the books leading up to the release of the most recent movies}. as time went on, life of course grew busier, and i've not found the time to read all of the books before the release of the last few movies. it was a lot of fun reading books six and seven because i remembered very little about them. book seven was a treat because i didn't remember anything about it. i even started crying last night! {ridiculous, i know}. i didn't cry in the sixth one when dumbledore dies, but i did find myself crying in book seven when harry has to be so brave! since i had read the books before i really didn't think they would make me cry.

as i was blowing through the last book {i started reading it sunday night when we got home from travis's parents' and finished it monday night after work} travis kept asking me, "what are you going to do when you finish these books? you don't have your shopaholic books, and you've already read the little lady agency books." what shall i do, indeed?