I'm reading the 6th (penultimate) book at the mo' and have nearly finished ... if you didn't see the ending coming then I don't rate your chances with growed-up mysteries ;-)
During my illness yesterday (well, very early Tuesday morning) I lay in bed with my brain racing - in fact, I think I was having a 'fever breakdown' (for want of a proper medical term). I thought I was both in the Harry Potter book and reading it. I had the characters berating me for not having finished it and I just couldn't get them out of my head.
In the end I had to get up and wander the house for a few minutes to cool myself down and relax. It was weird, scary and not nice at all.
AND, I was feeling ill in all the normal sorts of ways (nauseous, weak and feeble and generally buggered).
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