Why do I always feel a little sad when I finish a good book? I should be happy to be finished and ready to move on to the next good read but unless it’s a sequel I never feel that way.
A good author can make the characters seem real. I become involved in their lives, sorrows and joys. Time, life situation and age are immaterial. I connect as much with a thirty year old single female trying to make it in New York City as much as I do with an angry Englishman in 1779. Then there is the love longing Mexican girl and the post World War II single, female author seeking the place she belongs, so different but I identify with both.
I wonder what happened to the newly divorced woman who gave herself and her soon to be ex husband a divorce party in a failed effort to save her marriage. Did she find love again? Or what about Demelza? Does she become a grandmother and Ross a grandfather? Did the abused wife heal her heart and soul once she was free?
I can go places I will never see and meet people from the beginning of time to present day and even people from the future. I wonder could I possibly write about and share a story, a world and people? I just know my life would be one dimensional and gray without books.
My life on an unexpected path 
This is spot on and I feel the same way. A great book can hold us and pull us into the world being described. We come to know the characters as if we live next to them. And, i find books allow me to travel to places I will never be able to afford to visit.
Thanks for sharing this and for jump-starting my urge to find another great book 🙂
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I am on goodreads. I’ve set a goal of 52 books. I read more than that last year and hope to surpass it this year.
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That is awesome. Before starting a blog, I was reading up to three books a week, however, I spend most of my time writing and reading poetry nowadays so I don’t read as many books. I do, however, have five waiting for me 🙂
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