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Book Grief [Philosophical Monday]
I’ve spoken a lot about book thrall on this blog, but I think I’ve yet to talk about book grief, which is strange because book grief and book thrall go hand and hand. My definition: Book Grief is when you remain bummed for days that a book is over. You mourn the end of the book, unable to move on to the next read. In fact you wonder if you’ll ever find a book that you love again.
I’ve had plenty of book thrall this year (HUNGER GAMES by Suzanne Collins, SILVER SPARROW by Tayari Jones, THE MAGICIAN KING by Lev Grossman, and THE BROKEN KINGDOM by N.K. Jemison — just to name a few), but this week I’ve been dealing with my first bout of book grief in a good long while. I don’t want to start another audiobook, in fact, I’ve been reading a steady diet of awesome-but-trashy romance novels since Sunday in lieu of moving to the next “really good” book on my TBR. Like some people sleep with a lot of people to get over an ex, I tend to read something completely opposite to get over a phenomenal book.
Still, nothing quite compares. And it’s starting to interfere with my life. I don’t want to walk, go to the gym, or even give another really well-reviewed book a chance. I just want what I had with the finished book back. Cue the keening cry.
But how about you? Have you ever had book grief? If so, how did you get over it. I’m hoping time will do the trick. Sigh…
This was me first after “The Girl with/kicked/played…” series. Then JP forced me to read Harry Potter…which was very smart on his part, but having finished it, I havent found anything that captured me like that series did. I want a series that has me addicted to the point I think about it almost as much as I think about my husband! Sigh.
I’ve really liked both THE MAGICIANS and the even better THE MAGICIAN KING so far. And the book that I’m grieving over right now is READY PLAYER ONE. I actually prefer non-series book, b/c I hate staying in book thrall so long. HUNGER GAMES nearly killed me.
I don’t think I’ve had book grief yet this year. I remember reading Beloved for the first time and loving it so much that I couldn’t read anything else for a few days. I was almost speechless since I couldn’t say anything more than “I love it”.
Oh my gosh, you’re reminding me of how I could read (or write!) for four days after I read my first Suzan Lori Parks play. It wouldn’t have been so bad, except I was in grad school, and eventually the head of my program had to command me back to my computer, though he laughed as he said that, b/c I think every writer has had this experience — oh, wait, I think I know what my next writing blog will be about…