To finish or not to finish...

Reading. It's my preferred past time. I love the opportunity to escape into someone elses life, experience things I will probably never experience, meet one of a kind people, and most importantly, forget about myself and this life that is mine. It's the most incredible, unexplainable experience. I'm not sure how to explain it. I had a good conversation with BFF Becca about this very topic. We have found ourselves taking on the feelings and thoughts of the main character. I can smell what she smells, tastes what she tastes, hears what she hears, thinks what she thinks. I am her and she is me. The writing just flows through me, every page turn leaves me wanting more and more. I stay awake late into the night, hoping for the first kiss, or the runaway to be found, or the mystery man to be unveiled. But as I ease on through the book, a deep fear begins to form in the back of my mind. I don't want it to end! When it does, I feel as if I've lost my best friend, as if someone close to me has died. It's awful. I find myself rushing to the end, but then pulling back and slowing it down for the last chapter.... Reading is a bitter sweet experience. Despite the ups and downs of it, reading will forever be my favorite past time.