Just finished reading The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet by Rief Larsen.
Usually, when I read a book, I feel the end coming. Obviously, the section of the book you are holding in your right hand gets noticeably thinner, and all the events wrap up into some sort of conclusion. But for whatever reason, the ending to this book came upon me as a surprise. I had expected at least a few more pages, so I had a kind of small shock when I turned the page and it was blank. I thought: Really?! It's over already??
I wanted to know the rest of the story, the answers to those unanswered questions.
Not that the ending was bad. It was really very good. Beautiful even. I loved the ending.
Usually, when I read a book, I feel the end coming. Obviously, the section of the book you are holding in your right hand gets noticeably thinner, and all the events wrap up into some sort of conclusion. But for whatever reason, the ending to this book came upon me as a surprise. I had expected at least a few more pages, so I had a kind of small shock when I turned the page and it was blank. I thought: Really?! It's over already??
I wanted to know the rest of the story, the answers to those unanswered questions.
Not that the ending was bad. It was really very good. Beautiful even. I loved the ending.