You know what’s temporary for me right in this moment??
Why, you ask?
Because in 260 pages this book is going to end and I am not prepared! I have no idea where the author is taking this because the first 353 pages have been several degrees of internal dramatics. The book came out the gates with the character being conniving; slowly plotting her revenge against those whom treated her and her family wrong. And then it went thrilling with battle and escape plans! Happiness followed from reunions only to turn into heartbreaking depression because it appears no one is the same as they were before. Sprinkle in some anger, some elation, and sadness in there and I have no idea what’s going on, what’s going to happen, who’s gonna die but screaming that certain people better not die, cursing the enemy, what the hell is going on?!
I want to stop. I want to slow down. Prolong it. Because the minute this book ends I’m going to shut down. Well, I probably won’t completely shut down right away. I’ll probably go yell at the author on Twitter to be honest… but then the waiting begins. The withdrawal begins. A year; maybe two until the next installment. Go through the cycle of finding that book that will give me that high all over again!
Am I addicted?
Hell yes I am. Show me the dealers. I will buy from them all.