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I finished reading Order of the Phoenix about six and a half hours after I started, with a brief pause for breakfast tacos.

It's probably good I was far away from my computer because I was a mass of jangled emotions. Chainsmoked my way straight through the last couple of chapters and cried and cried. I went to bed at ten in the morning only after completely exhausting myself in the most demanding physical way I could stand.

Gods above. I can't even talk about it just yet.