Done with the Magic Bible. The tale of the Magical World has finally come to an end. No worries for those who has yet to finish (or perhaps, even) laid their hands on the first page, there's no intention of spoilers right here. However, I'd just be expressing my feelings for the book, or even, on the entire series if so. But first, we must really give props to Ms. Rowling for her remarkable feat in churning out such a wonderful idea of Harry Potter, that we (Muggles, as of what we're supposed to be labelled as in magical terms) could not help but to be held, entranced. Brilliant, many would say, of how J.K managed to envisage such a magnificent plot, not to mention, the incredulous twists, or even, the intriguing relationships amongst the characters (I'd say I'm really pleased with how the characters materialise themselves one by one and not one of each hasn't had a bewildering history chained behind them), that J.K no doubt had masterfully combined the once-broken-pieces of the plot and pieced them up to form this marvelous "jigsaw puzzle". Extraordinary, I'd say, for 7 books is absolutely not a simple agenda, but nevertheless, seemed an effortless task for Rowling.

Life is beautiful, so are you.