You’ve just reached the end of a book . . . what do you do now? Savor and muse over the book? Dive right into the next one? Go take the dog for a walk, the kids to the park, before even thinking about the next book you’re going to read? What?
(Obviously, there can be more than one answer, here–a book with a cliff-hanger is going to engender different reactions than a serene, stand-alone, but you get the idea!)
It really does depend on the book and my reaction to it. If it’s one that has grabbed me and I have sped through it, then I don’t want to read another right away. I have to finish reading the one I just put down. That sounds weird. I mean I have the words, but my mind and heart have not processed the story yet. It was like that with TTW that I talked about last week. I finished it and went to sleep, and over the next two days, my heart finished it. It was the same way with the Gabaldon books.
And I think I have mentioned that I no longer read books that aren’t good, although I am learning to be more patient again, because I have broken my own rule a couple of times and ended up with a good read. Like now. I am still reading Matrimony and I didn’t think it was a great book when I was just a little way in, but now I am over half way, and I am so drawn in. There is something so poignant about reading this particular book in bed at night as dh and I make strained conversation.