I finished the seventh Harry Potter book on Monday night. And I bawled my eyes out. These were such great books, I wish I'd discovered them sooner. I never saw myself enjoying "Fantasy" books but I really, really did! And words do not express how BUMMED I am that there's no more to read. This is honestly the first time in my life that I've regretted getting books from the library instead of purchasing a copy. (Which is of course easily remedied.) I don't know if I could pick a favorite. I really liked #4 with the Tri-Wizard Championship, but #7 was incredible. I haven't felt this strongly about a series in an incredibly long time.
The only complaint I have? The epilogue in #7. I won't spoil it for anyone...but it left me wanting more. There's so many details that I wanted to know, and it was so far into the future. I know I'm not the only person that feels this way, either.
At least I still have 6 movies to placate me. And the third one just came in from Netflix yesterday!