Whilst Sparkledammerung goes on around me, I am taken back to last year, when it was Potterdammerung. 

And then there came The Epilogue. Aka That Bit We All Tried to Exacto Knife Out And Pretend Never Happened. 

I give S credit because she tried valiantly to like and justify the Epilogue. This lasted one week. I give Trouble credit because she called me in a state of pure WTF from her family's place off in Nowheresland. Kitty was still near sobbing about it that fall. 

But, you know, a year goes by. You think... it's over. I don't care about silly childish fandoms like Harry Potter. 

And then, sitting out on Trouble's deck with a glass of Capt and Coke at 2am, Sansa sighs dramatically and says she fears all her series shall end the way Potter did. Immediately we're back on the many countless ways which we hate Deathly Hallows. 

The Neverending Camping Trip has become the standard by which we all judge boring sequences. It has become a source of amusement to debate how we shall divide the 7th book- will it be Camp Out Part 1 and 2 or will the Camping Trip take up the entirety of the 2nd movie until the last 15 minutes? 

When Sansa says she hated the latest Stephanie Plum book, and alleges it was written by someone other than JEvanovich, I have to ask "Like, Deathly Hallows bad?" I don't think Deathly Hallows deserves the hatred we heap on it. ... but I can't bear to read again and find out. It's just become the by-word for "disappointing sequel" for us. It's nearly a verb: "Oh god, they're going to Deathly Hallows us." 

So while I wait for Trouble and Sansa to finish Breaking Dawn, I sit here wondering: "how long will this take to live down?" I' m beginning to think the best thing to happen to a series is maybe to never be finished. Leave it one book away from completion and never look back.