Have you ever avoided finishing a book, because you were enjoying the book so much, you weren’t ready to finish the story of the world within it? Even if you know the ending will be great, just as the book has been great so far, you resist finishing it, so as to live that much longer in the joy of reading the book, being in the middle of such a great story. Ever had that?
I have. I once had it for over a decade, actually, though that was, by far, the longest. It was the last book of a series I had been loving for years. It just wasn’t ready for it all to be over, you know? For there not to be anything else to look forward to reading… Though, by the time I went back to that book, I actually had no idea who several of the characters were and what was going on anywhere near where my bookmark had been. Even when I restarted the book itself, I was lost. It was too important a series to start off the final book confused. So, I then re-read the whole series up to that point, and finally finished the final book 11 years after I’d begun it. It was great, to be sure. But it was also worth waiting those 11 years of anticipation.
Today, I had a similar feeling for a book I had already read – I just wasn’t ready to finish it. However, the feeling wasn’t nearly as strong as that series’s one had been, as I picked ip the book and finished it later this afternoon. But that waiting period still felt great. 🙂
Anyway, happy reading!
Thank you, God, for wonderful books and for reading and knowledge! Amen!
Post-a-day 2023