What an arrogant child King was, telling readers to stop, and then writing the final fifteen pages afterward. You WROTE them, you asshole. If you wanted us not to read them, don't include them.
That said, I enjoyed the ending. At first it hit me as hard as the ending of The Mist did, but the faint glimmer (glammer?) of hope, The Horn of Eld, made me smile. What a fucking trip, though.
I thought the first half of the seventh book was spectacular, and the second half (before the final ending) very disjointed. The Dandelo/Painter stuff felt rushed, all the buildup with Mordred was wasted with the boring encounter 1) Spider rushes up 2) Oy jumps in to save the day 3) Roland shoots him with his gun. The Crimson King was not developed as a character and had no weight, and the vague promise of a bigger bad beyond the CK (mentioned in Book 5 or 6, I forget) was never realized. Too many pages dealing with the horrible horrible cold, big fucking deal.
The series was still a hell of a ride. Roland and Eddie are amazing characters. Roland shouting out the names of the lost at the foot of the Tower is something I'll probably always remember.
Badass.