Sometimes, when I finish reading a book that I really enjoy, I get a feeling of sadness or emptiness. Does anyone else get this feeling? For me, it’s like the feeling of missing a good friend. I think this might be one reason why I enjoy reading series of book so when one books ends there will be another one waiting for me to start, either on my bookshelf already or waiting to be written. But when the series ends, sometimes the feeling will be worse.
The first time I finished reading Lord of the Rings, I cried a bit. I was worried that it would be worse for Harry Potter, since I had gotten much more into those books and the books helped me through a depression and other difficult times. Also my journey with those books had been longer. But it actually wasn’t so bad. I had broken up with Rowling before the release of the final book. She released the book only a few days before the bar exam, and this infuriated me! Harry Potter had really helped me get through law school. If I got too stressed about something, I could escape to those books. But also, those books are all about contract law. It’s insane how useful of a study guide they were. For example, the reason why Avada Kedavra backfired on Voldemort was because he was in breach of contract.
Lily had proposed to Voldemort to kill her instead of Harry. In contract law, this is an offer. His act in killing Lily indicated his acceptance of the contract. (Never mind that a contract to do something illegal is invalid anyway.) But I’ll never forgive Rowling for releasing the book at a time when I was incredibly busy instead of on Harry’s birthday. It also prevented me from talking to some of my friends. They didn’t have to study for the bar exam, so they read the book and I didn’t trust them not to spoil it. And then when I finally did get to read the book, in one of the early chapters, Rowling makes fun of lawyers. Fuck you.
The feeling was much worse when I finished writing my book. I had the characters and ideas in my head for a few years. I had been writing about them and thinking about them for almost as long. And now, they are gone. I’m still tinkering with them. Even though their journey is complete, sometimes things come to me that may help me develop their characters. But on the whole, they are finished, and I find myself missing my friends,