Recently, I seem to have been reading a lot of really great books. In fact, of the twelve books I’ve read so far this year, eight of them have been four star reads, which is a pretty high percentage!
But at the same time, I still feel like there’s something missing… I’ve loved books like Heartless by Marissa Meyer and A Tapestry of Treason by Anne O’Brien, but neither of them left me bereft at the end of it. That might seem like a good thing, but I just feel like it’s been way too long since I loved a book so much, it gave me a major book hangover.
Now what do I mean by a book hangover? Well here are the symptoms as I generally experience them:
- A hollow, empty feeling following the end of an amazing book…I will never get to experience it for the first time ever again!
- The overwhelming feeling that no book will ever compare, so what’s the point of even starting another one?
- Thinking about the book and the characters constantly, and grieving for the end of their story, even if it was a happy ending.
- A sense that reality sucks, and you just want to be living in that story again.
- Oh, and times all these symptoms by about a million if the book was the end of a beloved series!
A lot of these symptoms may seem negative, and to be honest, they kind of are. But they only come about through having an incredible experience, and reading a book that will stick with you forever. Books that have made me feel like this in the past include the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling, Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo, The Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson, Kings of the Wyld by Nicholas Eames and Daughter of the Forest by Juliet Marillier.
It seems like ages since I’ve read a book that gave me a book hangover though, and I really miss it! I want to read a book that just makes me fall utterly in love with the world and the characters, to the extent where I just don’t want it to end!
But at the same time, the beauty of reading is that you generally go into your future favourite books having no idea that you’re about to have such a life changing experience. Part of the magic is going into every book not knowing if it’ll disappoint you, be OK, be great, or absolutely blow you away and dissolve you into a crying mess when it’s over. If every book was a favourite, it would feel less special!
Anyway, even though its been a while, I know it’ll happen again. Maybe the next book I read will be a new favourite, and leave me feeling hollow and like the world is a little less bright in comparison…which seems like a strange thing to wish for, but us bookworms are a little odd I guess!
So what was the last book that really blew you away? How often does this happen for you?