Hi all. I’m reading the new Mark Billingham book – The Last Dance, the first detective miller novel. It took a few chapters to warm me up, but wow it’s great. The humour is fantastic and I completely relate with the characters. A lot of Britishisms and vibes that only we would get in the UK. I’ve nothing bad going on in my life, it’s quite chill, 34m, and the main character hints at their 40s. But I’m nearing the end of this book and I’m gutted it’s finishing. I feel like I’ve made a friend in the main character. Never had this before and I’m an avid fiction reader. Is this normal to feel like I’m almost grieving the end? What about you, any books you didn’t want to end?
by Mammoth_Cupcake_2129
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It, amazing narrative
I feel like a lot of the books I really enjoyed, I really didn’t want them to end. My latest one was One For My Enemy by Olivie Blake; after reading it I expressed to my friend that I wished I could forget it so I could read it anew. I get post-book depression pretty often haha
Edith Holler, by Edward Carey. I actually put it down for two days because I didn’t want it to end, and I knew I was at a point where once I started reading it I wouldn’t stop until I finished.