The verdict is in. For the past month, I’ve been suffering from an acute case of novel withdrawal.
It’s a nasty business. Trust me.
When I reached the last sentence on the last page, shut the book, and set it on my shelf, I knew it was going to be rough. I’d just spent the last week immersing myself in the lives of some very beloved characters in some very trying circumstances.
Twelve hundred pages of it.
And it was over.
With a cliffhanger ending too.
Sometimes I really wish I could read just a tad slower and really savor the story, instead of simply devouring it.
But this novel was just so good. I couldn’t help myself.
And so I’ve spent the past month dutifully trying to start other novels … only to scarce get past the first page before setting them back on my to-read shelf, sadly disappointed.
Oh, there’s nothing wrong with them.
It’s not because they’re bad novels with hole-ridden plot lines, poorly written prose, or cartoon characters. They’re just not the story I want to read right now.
Yep. Novel withdrawal. Reckon I’ve got it pretty bad.
And the worst of it is … the next book in the series won’t be available for quite a while. *sigh* Reader problems.
Have you ever suffered through a bad case of novel withdrawal? (Please tell me I’m not the only one who goes through this …) What book were you reading and how long was it before you felt like picking up another book?