inevitable insanity.

as insane as it seems,
i'm upset that my 498 page book had to end.
feelings from escaping out of reality
and into "realistic" fiction overwhelmed me ,
captured my full attention ,
and allowed me to slip into the life of
the main character of the novel.
As i read page after page
i found myself earnestly craving the adventure
and situations the main character faced daily.
how everything seemed so liveable
and how the fictional parts were enjoyable.
i'm guessing that the fact that
life is non-fictional
makes fictional books more appealing.