Coming to the end of a novel...

...produces one of the most elating and yet devastating feelings I know. You've come to the end, and yet you feel like you're just beginning.
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak.
Ah-MAY-zing.
But it's over. Ain't that sad? It's the same with each book I read. All right, not EACH one. There have been a few that I've been happy to be done with. But most? No.
It's like saying farewell to the dearest of friends when you've only just met. It's the same feeling I got when I finished writing Beast or at the end of camp last summer or at the end of high school this year. It's an ending, plain and simple. It's a story that's over.

But the good part?

You get to start a new one...if you dare.