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"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
I do the same thing with all mediums - video games and TV shows included.
I'll finish something, and just go, "Well, shit." I've spent so much time figuring out what to do, what happens next, and what's important for later, only to just get completely dropped. It seems like no author has really mastered closure. When I get to the definitive end of their piece, it doesn't feel like the end - it feels like there's a whole other story left over that I need to get through. Things just end off with the main characters being mainly safe, or the main battle is over. There's no telling of what happens next, how things turn out, or whether or not this is really the end of the story.
I always just get more questions than answers. It really irks me, because I want to know what happens afterwards.
I'd suggest you read "David Copperfield". From birth to death, with nothing left out.
(Seriously, if you haven't read it, it's awesome - if a little ... umm ... challenging to get through. Typical Dickens.)
Yes, I know exactly what you mean! This may seem counter-intuitive, but that's actually why I love books that are in a (short) series. It's true that you have more time to get attached to the story and characters, but the author also has a lot more space in which to construct a proper and satisfying ending.
A bit different from your typical heartbreak story, but one time that has stuck with me over the years, surprisingly, was when I overheard two of my acquaintances from middle school arguing. I remember it painfully well:
A: B, If you don't stop right now, then I'm gonna tell your daddy on you!
B: Joke's on you, my dad's in heaven.
A: How do you know?
I mean, I'm not even religious and I know that A said what they did without thinking, but...wow, it just hit me really hard. I remember when B's dad died--it was in a car wreck; B survived, their father did not--and it was one of the few times that I've ever really felt sad when someone else's relative died. I don't exaggerate when I say that I literally flinched after hearing A's comment. :(
I had an old friend tell another friend "you're lucky you don't have parents," after being told to do something he didn't want to do by his own parents.
My friend always joked about his parents being dead, and we'd often do it too in good spirit (he'd laugh really hard and bounce off of it), but this kid was 100% serious, and he could tell. It really got to him, because he felt that being told to take out the trash, or whatever, was more painful than having his parents die.
We stopped talking to him not long after that.
Really makes you think about how you should appreciate what you do have, doesn't it?
To make a very long and fucked up story shorter...
Family friend and trusted figure by a lot of people was found out to have been sexually molesting his adopted daughter for the past 18 years, cheating on his wife, doing illegal drugs, actively pitting people against each other just for the hell of it. Cherry on top? One of the people he was cheating on his wife with was my age and someone I had a pretty huge crush on. And he's still the only person I can think of that would have stolen my $400 pool cue.
That was... yeah, heart breaking. Soul crushing even. The closest I've ever been (and hopefully ever will be) to suicidal.
Wow, man, I'm sorry that happened. It really hurts when someone you trust/like turns out to be the exact type of person you tell your kids to stay away from. :(
I hope that things have gotten better with you and the community involved.
I pretty much just left that group of people entirely. The fact that his wife supposedly got back with him once he got out of prison is just further proof that everyone in that circle is mentally retarded.
Even being a pervy person that's generally okay with a lot of taboo things (poly relationships, threesomes, I'd even be lying if I said I didn't find the idea of incest kinda hot)... molesting an adopted daughter as a little kid is just fucked up. Even my sexual deviance can't okay that. Not to mention the ton of active manipulation.
There's only one season of my so-called life!
Leaving London for the last time when moving for good. Took me a good four years to even think about trying to acclimatise. Now I think I was nuts, but I do get painfully attached to places and things. So many memories.
If you don't mind me asking, relocating in England or did you leave the country entirely?
Heh, I moved a mere 167 miles down the road. Having grown up in central London (Zone 2) during the 70s and 80s I have many many memories, but now that's all they are. 167 miles might as well be the other side of the world for all the desire I have to return.
Stephen Harper's election in 2011.