The hole in your chest

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is the reason why I  can’t finish The Perks.

The book is so good that I don’t want it to end. I hate having a whole in my chest, not knowing what to do after I’m done, and since this is not a series book, I’m screwed.

 I hate finishing a good book because I’m living reality again.

When I read Harry Potter I thought I was in Howgarts, I eve tried all the spells (and still do, I know I’m a wizard without a wand) like “Accio” when I need something that is far away. Lazy Rule number 1  “can’t reach it, don’t need it”.  But Accio seemed so easy in the books, and I wasn’t living in reality by then.

Same thing happened to me when I read The Hunger Games (the three of them in just a week!) I was so self-absorbed in it, that I didn’t talked to anyone during that week. When the teacher asked something I yelled “I VOLUNTEER” like a maniac, and I played the real or not real game with some of my best friends (whom I talked during that time). And this thing has been happening to me with many books. Is not that I change my life for a book, but I really really enjoy them, and it makes me sad when I’m done with them.

Neshikot Chamot Everyone!