When I finish reading a book, I need a few days before I can pick up the next one.
I feel so disloyal abandoning the characters, leaving the lives of the people behind who were so present in the previous book, the book that has had me absorbed for so many weeks.
After finishing my book on Saturday afternoon, a rare treat, sitting outside in the glorious sunshine, I felt very satisfied. However last night, Sunday evening, I picked up the next book.
However I had to put it down again.
The characters seemed empty and the plot seemed to be very weak.
I could not get into it.
Then I remembered that this is often how I feel when I finish a book, that has pulled me in.
It seems that I need more time to process the end, put the characters to rest and let time pass before the next adventure begins.
I guess thats why book clubs are so popular, they allow you to do find closure on a story, collectively.
So I will leave my new book on my bedside for a few more nights.
Anyone else get this sensation?
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