You’ve all been there, you finish a book (or even worse complete a series) just to be spat back out into the real world without so much as a farewell.
There’s something dreadfully final about completing a journey through a piece fiction that no amount of re-reading can cure.
You miss your fictional family! Sure, they’re all still there, living their adventures between the pages but where are you? On your way to school or work, talking to your friends and families about trite things like what’s for dinner or who’s used the last sheet of toilet paper.
‘No!’ Screams your subconscious. ‘I was saving the world this morning and falling in love last night!’ Where’s the justice? Where’s the closure? And why doesn’t anyone understand that you can’t unload the dishwasher because the whole world just ended!
For all you fellow book hangover sufferers I want you to know that I feel your pain. We can come together and share our angst…
I am currently suffering with two particular hangovers that haven’t shifted despite me reading multiple books since they were caused.
The first was the end of the Divergent series which sent me into a hysterical rage. I actually threw the book across the room, making my cat glare at me and causing my husband to ask if I had serious psychological issues.
The second has a more hopeful outlook. I am eternally reliving the world of Celaena Sardothien, I ask people ‘what do you think will happen next?’ They push their shaping carts away from me quickly, taking their children but the hand. But that’s okay. Because September is coming and then I’ll get some answers! 😊
Are any of you suffering? Maybe together we can find a way through our pain, I’d love to hear comments from fellow sufferers.
Susanne Valenti 