“You know you’ve read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend.” – Paul Sweeney
With dawn breaking over the city this morning and just 10 pages to go in my book… I stopped.
Afraid of the book-hole to come, no doubt.
Some call it the post book blues. Book hole, however, sounds more just. Doesn’t it? So close to finishing, I chose rather to stretch out the last few pages into this evening. Allowing myself to ponder the inevitable end throughout my work day.
The book, To Shake The Sleeping Self, by Jedidiah Jenkins chronicles the authors trip from Oregon to Patagonia, by bicycle. Around 14,000 miles… in case your scalable globe isn’t at hand. At 30 years old, Jenkins quits his job as an attorney, flies to Oregon, buys a bike, and starts peddling. It rings of an oddly familiar fantasy of escape. Perhaps, even one we are preparing for.
This is the 2nd book hole I’ve found myself entering in as many months. Depressing. A voracious reader, there is a mini library of books being actively read at any given time. 11 right now, to be exact. Strewn between the living room, bedroom and…dare I say it…the bathroom. If you aren’t reading in the bathroom, you aren’t pot committed. Fact.
Without fail, another great book will present itself, but in the meantime, what’s a fella to do?
Something that has worked in the past, is loaning the book out, or telling a friend to pick it up. Allowing you to re-live some of the best parts as your friend discovers them anew. I’ve already told a dozen people about this one already.
What do you do to try and work out of the hole? Follow a theme? An author? Share below or email me.
See you on the journey…