A lot of readers would probably tell you this is actually a bad feeling. There’s that corny expression, “Finishing a good book is like losing a good friend” so that has to count for something in the way of how the public feels about book-finishing.
And, I suppose, I get it. I mean, when you’re really into a great book, it does kind of suck to have to be done with it, with the characters that you spent the last few days/weeks with. But, come on, it’s still a nice feeling to get to a conclusion.
There’s something nice about finally having figured out who the killer was or whether or not they’d get back together or if he’d make it in time to his own wedding or who was ranked number one. I mean, ultimately, what is the point of reading aside from finding out how things come together in the end?
I love a good book as much as the next person—and do feel a slight bit of regret to be done with the ones I love—but finishing is a nice feeling.
Polar Opposite of this Feeling?: When you fall asleep while reading and continually have to find where you left off because you never bookmarked the page.