Anyway, finished it and reflected on it. (I shouldn't post any spoilers, but you can't be too careful, so only click if you want to risk it...)
Harry has turned into Hamlet, going on about how tough his life is. Sure, there's a lot of stuff happening to him, but every chapter is a new tragedy. Mind you, it was keeping with the 15-yr-old angst thing, so I'm not really complaining. I think JK did a good job keeping the characters real.
I was on egg-shells all through the book about the 'major character death', morbidly waiting for someone to die (and getting all anxious whenever anyone got so much as a paper cut), but when it actually happened I didn't feel as sad as I thought I would. JK was right, it did make sense for the story, but... I don't know, I guess I was expecting something a little different.
As for the actual ending of the book itself, while she is a fantastic story-teller, I think JK has a bit of a problem when it comes to the very last pages of her books. With the exception of the first HP book, all others (in my mind) seem to end on a bit of a flat note on the very last page. Maybe it's because the rest of the books are so vibrant and colourful and exciting.
Anyway, apart from that I did very little this weekend. Training was quite good, and I thik my bogu skills are slowly improving. Nice bruises, too. I was actually hit across the head so hard that I was stunned for about two seconds - I never really thought that happened. Now I know better. :)
Ooo, and on Friday I did everntually catch up with my (now on holidays) supervisor, who told me I've been doing a good job, and gave me some stuff to do over the time he is away. I'm pretty pleased with that.