Mourning a Book’s End
This has nothing to do with Northanger Abbey or Jane Austen, however, I had to share it. I have felt this fiction mourning before. It actually happened when I finished the Harry Potter series. I have never apologized for my geekiness and I won’t even venture to try here. But I have felt the mourning of a good book ending and the Harry Potter series took me quite sometime to get over. It was like closing the book on a really good friend, forget the fact that you could open the book again if you wanted to, that’s simply beside the point. The Harry Potter series was a big portion of my late teen years and early twenties. Those books allowed me to leave some pretty nasty things going on in my life and just delve into a magical world for awhile, they helped me sustain. When the books ended, it was not just the ending of an era but the realization that I didn’t need them anymore. I had survived the worst and while I mourned the loss of the books, I realized that their therapy was no longer a necessary part of my survival. Have you ever experienced the mourning for a book ending? Please tell me I’m not alone here!