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[dreadfulpenny]

At the end of a particularly engaging book (or series of books) I always flail around for a little while. I feel a bit strange and disconnected. This is where I am right now. It's a strange, fish-out-of-water sort of feeling. Often, I linger over the last few pages of a book if I know that it's the very end. I don't want to leave whatever fictional vacation spot that I've been inhabiting, so I just...don't. I don't finish, I leave the end of the book for months at a time sometimes. I didn't do that this time.

So anyway, no more Newsflesh right now. A piece of me is still lingering in the post-Rising world, as horrifying as it was there.

Off to see Rock of Ages, ta!