All the awards for literary gratitude in the world are not enough to evoke the smallest morsel of praise and awe give to the series. Every turn of the page finds me laughing or crying with those I--and so many millions--feel so close to. I am wowed by the details, the connections, speed and flow and ability to allow readers to see without bearing down Steinbeck-like details. And without suggestion or hint to the ending, I will admit that I snapped it close in the release of honest sobs, later chuckled over, for who honestly cries for that which does not exist? But alas, the latter is the power of that which I speak; a spell over all text singed in the name of Rowling to be devoured and loved and felt dearly by us all. Rest in Peace, a good name.