Mourning

I've been immersed in my book all weekend. On the couch, in the backyard, on the stairmaster, by the pool... This morning at the pool I got within 100 pages of the end and I started to get really sad and began reading a lot slower. It feels kind of like watching the season finale of Buffy or the ending of Return of the King. I'm dying to see how it all ends but then it, you know, ends.

Back I go.