Tonight, I finished a rather large novel that has taken me months to read; creeping through a piddling number of pages a week. I’m reveling in that triumphant feeling you get when you finish a book, and felt compelled to write about it.
You know what I’m talking about… you’re getting closer to the end, you can feel the thickness of pages in your right hand getting skimpy. Sometimes you sneak ahead and count how many you’ve got to go, all the while reading faster and faster, unable to stop. You finally make it to that last word and the final period.
Silence.
You sit and turn the plot over and over in your mind, pondering the characters, ruminating on what impact the ending has brought to the entire rest of the story. Then you smile. Read the author’s notes, thank you’s, etc. Close the cover, and give the outside art an appreciative look. You smile again, and then start figuring out what new book on the shelf you want to pull out next.
The end.

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Recommended reading?
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nowadays thats how i feel when i am finished reading all the links of a wiki page for a certain subject. i like being able to change directions on the fly.
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Next up is In Cold Blood by Capote, which everyone knows; I want to see the movie. And Cradle to Cradle, which Jesska kindly gave me.
Here’s Amazon’s review of Cradle: