My sister called tonight. We chatted about upcoming plans, a trip she’s looking forward to, when we’d see each other next, and then our conversation switched to her girls, my favorite nieces.
“Annika’s going through Harry Potter withdrawal. She’s so sad that it’s over. When she finished the final book, she said, ‘Didn’t she write anything else for kids?'” my sister told me.
First, I thought, I love that my 10 year old niece was so saddened by the ending of a series. I love that she often can be found with a book in her hand and that she is a voracious reader. And then I thought, and I get it. There are times when a really good book is nearing the end and I slow down my reading, because I don’t want it to be over. I want to savor each of the last pages. I understand the ache of missing characters and places that you know so well. Wishing it all could continue. Finally, I thought, but lucky for the two of us and all other avid readers out there, there is another great book or series waiting to be discovered. I’m sure Annika will find that magic again soon.