I feel immensely upset, lost, and – more than anything – sad when I finish a book or book series that I really like. It feels as though part of my life that I really enjoyed is over. Sometimes I connect so strongly to characters, in ways I’d never expect, that when I read those final pages, it’s as heartbreaking as saying a painful goodbye to someone that means the world to me. The only thing that comforts me is that, at any moment, I could break open those pages and start all over again.