After two nights of reading, I finished the new Harry Potter book last night. The best description so far is from Penny Arcade and is as follows:

"I read the new Harry Potter book, all nine hundred or so pages of it, before I went to bed that day. I got it early, passing the mailman wearing the wizards hat, pushing down a little girl. I drove home with the book in my lap, singing a song which could not be transcribed, because it was the audible form of joy.

I have seen it discussed - is it good? Who cares. It's not like you get a new Harry Potter book every day, you have to treasure this shit. I don't slink home from the solar eclipse and be like, well, I've seen more invigorating natural phenomena."

Excellent. I liked Goblet of Fire more, but this one was still good just because it's a Potter book. Harry's much whinier but he's fifteen in this one and it's nice to see a character maturing for a change. Comic strips and Sesame Street people never get any older, unless it's an obligitory "birthday" episode every once in a while.