Earlier this week, I finished reading all of the books I have for a certain fictional universe. And that universe is huge! There’s an original series, a prequel series, a sequel series, and a companion series. I started reading back this past April (2019) and just finished reading it this past Tuesday (Aug. 20, 2019). So a whole heck of a lot of adventures, character arcs, and chances to come to love the characters. I did have a bit of a break (24-36 hours when I read a different book before I got my hands on two more related books), but I think you get the jist.
As I was reading the last book in this universe (that I currently have in my collection), I was already thinking about what I wanted to read next. I had thought about re-reading The Hobbit or The Lord of the Rings. This book and trilogy have been my default answer for when people ask me what my favorite book is for years. It has been since I read them almost 10 years ago. Wow, that makes me feel old.
But on Tuesday night when I actually went to pick my next read off the shelf, I was reminded of how many books I have that I still haven’t read that I want to read. And I ended up picking a stand alone that I think I can relate to at this point in my life.
But I think the dilemma I faced Tuesday night was one that other readers/booklovers face as well. We finish a book or series that has impacted us in one way or another and when we finsih it, we aren’t sure what to do with ourselves. And if you’re like me, you want to read all the books.
Something that I have to remind myself (and might be a good reminder to others) is that whatever book or series I end up not choosing at the time isn’t going to go anywhere. It’s going to still be there later, waiting for me to jump into its pages.
Until next time, have a great weekend!