You know that feeling when...
you finish a wonderful book....
and go to start a new one and just can't?
Like, you had a pile of books you were fully planning on reading next and suddenly none of them look appealing anymore?
You just stare at your shelves that are literally OVERFLOWING with books but you just can't bring yourself to feel interest in any of them?
Poor things... it's not their fault...
It's just that the book you just closed... it was SO satisfying. It had everything you wanted. You were so invested in the story. You became friends with the characters. Not it's over and there is a hole. A missing piece you didn't even no was there until it was full for a few hours/days while you were reading. And you're left missing these characters like they were truly your friends.
The latest book to do this to be? Brazen. I seriously had three books I was planning to read following it and now I have no interest.
Other books that have done this to me:
-The Bronze Horseman by Paullina Simons
-Just One Day by Gayle Foreman
-The Opportunist by Tarryn Fisher
-The Harry Potter series
-On the Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta
Has this ever happened to you? How long does this feeling usually last for you? And do you have strategies to deal?