You know how you finish a book and you die a little inside? I'm not talking about just any book, but a great book, one you were so wrapped up in you read as you walked down the hall to the bathroom, willing to risk tripping over yesterday's toys because you can't tear your eyes away from the page.
The book seeped into your soul.
You thought about it right before you fell asleep and as soon as you woke up. You became the characters. You lived in the fictional world the author so expertly created. You sighed when you gently set the book down on the coffee table, wishing it was just a few pages longer. Heck, you'd have read another chapter or two or ten!
You're a reader, so you've probably already got another book on deck. You went to the library or Barnes and Noble or a garage sale and picked out the next book that jumped out at you. You've got the one you've been dying to read, the one that had interesting artwork on the cover or the one by the author you always enjoy. It's sitting there, on the nightstand, looking at you when you walk by.
But, you can't pick it up.
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