reading

Have you ever finished reading a book that was so moving you had trouble knowing what to do directly after finishing it? You hold it a little bit longer and contemplate the fact that you can’t start another one right away because it seems like some kind of betrayal and you can’t really listen to music because that would be intrusive and you just need to sit on the couch a little longer and pay tribute to the book. You know in an hour you have to catch a bus and you’ll read your other book because you can’t bear to be bored on the bus but you feel it is a bit of a betrayal to the one you just finished because you shouldn’t be letting it go so soon? That’s just happened to me. I recommend without qualification Saturday by Ian McEwan.