why do people feel utterly lost and confused after they finish a book? is it weird that i’m already picking out a new book once i have finished the last one? I’m not impossibly lost, nor do i feel as if something inside of me needs days or weeks to recover. i can’t even go more than two days without reading, so the idea of waiting for a long time feels awkward.
yes, i was sad when i finished The Last Olympian, The Deathly Hallows, Mockingjay and other finales. yes, i have been genuinely sad when i finished books like La’s Orchestra Saves the World, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, The Reader, Persuasion and other works of genius because i wanted them to last forever.
but nothing has ever left me feeling like i have to swear off reading for days, weeks, months before i can pick up something new. does this make me weird? i see so many posts about this feeling and i’m wondering if i’m missing some part of my bibliophile genetics or something. i have very real attachments to some, but i’ve never had this feeling.
just something i’ve been thinking about.
Nick Hornby, High Fidelity (via llibre)
THIS IS MY LIFE. and this is why this is in my top five favorite books of all time.