By my standards. Like any pop-culturally interested American, I finally buckled and went to observe the habits of American parents and their children last night...awaiting the delivery of the last Harry Potter Book. DeDurkheim, Ms. DeDurkheim and I were all there viewing the rush of America's future, ignoring approximately half-a-million other titles, so they could wait until midnight to get the one where you find out Voldemort is both a sled and Harry's real father.
Too bad Harry loses a finger while strung out on meth...after enduring the return of Dumbledore the White.
Oh, and Severus Snape and Ron Weasley get married.
At least it isn't derivative of anything.