In all honesty, I sort of despise the fact that every book ends, or any piece for that matter. I have just finished reading a book by Hari Kunzru (amazing author) and gosh, I literally sat there for a good half an hour or so contemplating on everything that I just read. I honestly didn't know how to feel. Sympathy for the hero of the novel? Bittersweet? But in saying this, I do love reading novels because they're wonderful. For me, they open up this world that you can't simply crossover to - you've got to imagine it because everything is in front of you. I could sit in my chair for a whole day (if ever given the chance to) and read page upon page, word from word. Then when the last page comes - the , I feel disappointed,quite odd, I know. Because I know that the world that the author has created for the reader is about to come to an 'end'. Of course, I could always enter again, but it'd be different. I'd know of every twist and turn, but I could always enter my 'little haven' again. Mm, but then again I get to learn something new - about a world I would've never imagined. And I love to think of the fact that when I hold a book in my hand, I know it'll take me on a journey; to a place beyond my wildest dreams. (wow, that was kind of cheesy)