Sometimes you come across a quote that is just spot on, and you just yell EXACTLY! (hopefully not out loud, depending on your surroundings!) I stumbled across this one and had one of those moments, in my head.
This is how I have felt at the end of every good book I have ever opened up and read. I have this love hate relationship with finishing books. Part of me is racing to the end so I can know what is going to happen to my “new friends”; but at the same time I am fighting reaching the end because I know I will be sad to see them go. It’s a terrible inner battle, a battle which can only have one outcome, because I have to finish the book.
This feeling also means I cannot go directly into a new book. I need time to grieve the ending of the last book before I can dive into the life of a new one. I need time to process the characters, the setting, the plot that I just said goodbye to.
I hope I’m not alone in this…
Please tell me I am not the only crazy book worm who feels this way?