The other day I had an epiphany of sorts. I was sitting at home, having just finished a really great book and was feeling kinda down, the depression hit a little when I realized that I would never have that great feeling of reading that book for the first time again and be completely engrossed at what would happen.
Being a 22 year old female, I have had my fair share of heartbreak and dating experiences. I've learned that the feeling of one's heart breaking is a indescribable feeling that you can only understand if you too have gone through it. Anyways, it was during this day, having just finished this great book, that I realized something: the feeling of finishing a great book is comparable to the feeling of losing someone you care about or the feeling of suffering from a broken heart.
I suppose in retro-spect it makes sense, the experience of reading a book is so personal and hits everyone differently: we all picture the novel in our head and through each page we slowly fall in love with the characters, the setting, and the writing.
I remember the first time I finished the Hunger Games I was like a lost puppy, life had no meaning without Peeta and Katnis regularly in my life! I began to live vicariously through them and their romance in the novel and also they're lives in general. Similarly to falling out of love with someone, I would also dream of these newly finished books in my dreams, they occupied my daydreams and we're my favourite things to think about aimlessly.
This is the great things about books though, unlike an ex, I aways have my books to turn back to when the other has put me through the ringer. Boys just don't stick around like my Peeta does!