Coming to the end of a book can be a heart-rending moment.
When you find yourself caring for the characters that an author has brought to life within the pages of a story, letting those people go can be intensely difficult. Many people joke about this as a kind of post-book depression syndrome, where real life suddenly feels empty, as though you have just lost an old friend.
The beauty and wonder of books is that you can always pick them up again and re-visit those old friends, going through their trials and tribulations with them anytime you want, for as many years as you wish.
It’s inspiring, and comforting, to me that there are thousands of people out there working to bring to life new and breathtaking stories and characters for us to get to know and explore.
If there is such a thing as magic in this world, then books would have to be one of it’s most beautiful instruments of discovery.