The End

You’ve just reached the end of a book . . . what do you do now? Savor and muse over the book? Dive right into the next one? Go take the dog for a walk, the kids to the park, before even thinking about the next book you’re going to read? What?
(Obviously, there can be more than one answer, here–a book with a cliff-hanger is going to engender different reactions than a serene, stand-alone, but you get the idea!)

I'm a diver. Well, I try to dive (I'm a little afraid of heights). It usually goes something like this:

Self, I say, that book was a downer. Why don't you pick something a little more upbeat next time? Hmmm, what do I have sitting over here that's upbeat and different...nah, none of those books interest me right now...maybe I'll check my email...hmmm, I wonder what Trish, or Care, or Lisa's been reading...hey, I should blog about that last book...eh, maybe later...maybe I'll go stare at the bookshelf...maybe I'll stare at the other bookshelf...geez, I need to stop buying books...I should read one of the books Judith lent me...ack, April's coming up, I should read one of the books for the Expanding Horizons Challenge. Yeah, that's what I'll do. And then, 20 pages later...this book's boring. Hey, I'm going to Savannah in two weeks, I should read Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. Yeah, that's it. That's what I'll read.

And I did. I read Chapter One last night.

However, there's a really good chance I'll go to the bookstore in a few days, and I'll get distracted by some book with a pretty cover...really, it's surprising I ever finish anything.