The End March 20, 2008
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!)
Well, usually when I finish a book, I reach over and shut out the light, snuggle in next to my snoring husband, and go to sleep. I do much of my reading at night after my kids are in bed, and if I’m pretty close to the end of a book, I’ll stay up to finish it.
If I was reading something really intense, like THIS ONE, or thought provoking, like THIS ONE, or something beautifully written, like THIS ONE, or utterly unique, like THIS ONE, it might be a few days before I start another book, and I usually pick something entirely different. I have a colossal “to be read” stack at the moment, so I have all this self-imposed pressure to get on with the next book, but sometimes I need to just sit with a book for awhile and let it sink in before moving on. If it was a light, fun, easily forgettable read, I’ll start another one the very next day.
What do you do when you’ve reached the end of a book?