I read Order of the Phoenix yesterday in one big gulp, from about 11:30 (went out to get it in the morning) to about 2:30. The rest of the day I spent socializing (we have a houseguest) and intermittently trying to digest.

What follows is my impressions after a night's sleep, but not after a re-read: a detailed one is up next. These are my impressions of the whole book, and therefore have huge, book-destroying SPOILERS.

On the other side of a weekend with a houseguest (I love having a spare room), a new Harry Potter book, and a dryer that died unexpectedly, about all I can remember about the week proper is that I filled up my new Prius for the first time after ~370 miles, and that I successfully navigated a tricky client situation to everyone's surprise—including my own.

Oh, and I got the book log up-to-date with a whopping post, discussing Teresa Edgerton's The Gnome's Engine, Patricia C. Wrede and Caroline Stevermer's Sorcery and Cecelia, or, the Enchanted Chocolate Pot, and James White's General Practice. (With some frustration at oddities with Blogger's new interface, but it's finally done and correct, and now I'm going to bed.)