I read HP7 last night. I liked it.
One thing I did not like about it had to do with Lily, Harry’s mother. I wished for more from Draco, but recognize that his role became a lot smaller and less pivotal as of HP6. [Edit to add: I re-read it, and my complaint is not as serious as I had thought.]
It had a mostly-satisfying conclusion. It mapped easily to the archetype epic story, and wrapped up nicely.
Dumbledore made mistakes, and that was a nice change from the infallible mentor archetype. Voldemort delivers on his promise of being the super bad baddie. A lot of the worst violence and abuse takes place off-screen (very important in a children’s/YA book), but the book doesn’t pull a lot of punches. There is humor in it– appropriate humor, and much needed. I love the Weasleys, for they are unselfish in their gifts. I love Neville Longbottom, for he is, in some ways, the most courageous person in the book. I love Granny Longbottom, because you can see where Neville gets it– heavens, why wasn’t she the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts for all those years?
I can, still, rather do without Ginny. No offense to all the Ginny shippers and lovers, but I just don’t see the appeal.
I still love Harry, the way all of us who fell in love with that lost, bespectacled eleven year old boy will always love him and ache for him and his desperate wish to have a real family that loves him.
I was surprised by the epilogue chapter. I did not expect that. I suspect it was largely there to help the fanficcers.
I don’t want to post more here, because I don’t want to spoil it for anyone who actually plans to read it. It’s worth reading, very much so, and I wish I had time right now to go and re-read the whole series. But I will get to that some other time, I suspect.