So I finished Spark a few weeks ago.
I’m really feeling a crash after this one. The character went through such a traumatic time and grew from it that I feel like a son just made it through four rough years of high school and is now leaving home for college, as a successful young man. I’m happy for him, but rather sad, too. I’m kind of mourning the end of the book.
I cried over this character. Multiple times. I can think of three scenes right off. I can remember sitting in the bedroom with the laptop in my lap, sobbing so hard that my husband came in to ask what was wrong (and then rolling his eyes and walking out when I told him I was crying over a character). I know Gabriel isn’t real. And I know I’ll get to visit with him again. As Bobbie wisely said, “…he’ll still be in the next book, so he’ll be home to do his laundry at your house and raid your refrigerator.”
Sarah blogged about this last week, and I’m still feeling the low. Do you guys feel this way when you finish a book? Whether reading or writing?