Finishing a great book is one of the weirdest feelings ever.
You're sad because it's over.
You're happy because it was amazing.
You're attached to people who don't exist.
And for the next three business days, every other book looks completely uninteresting.
Obsessively devouring books after falling back in love with reading, especially after years of barely picking any up, is one of the realest feelings ever.
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