I hate that feeling you get when you finish reading an amazing book.
No wait,scratch that.
It's a bittersweet feeling.
It's like there's this empty void inside of me now, but don't you just love how it feels. To be sucked up into a world where you have to solely depend on the author to make the end good but then as you go on you KNOW that it's going to be amazing and far more than just plain good? And that you'll never forget that book and like it's a part of who you are..