Join me every Saturday as I ask a Fun Question that’s been on my mind. I’ll give you my take, but I really hope you’ll jump in with your answers too, since I’m really curious to know what my fellow readers and bloggers think! So today’s question is…
Do you get book depression?
Originally this question was going to be – what do you do when you finish a really GREAT book? But not only is that a really long title, but not exactly the point of my question. My point is, why do really GREAT books have to lead me into book depression? Shouldn’t that be the bad books? Or at least the depressing ones? Let me explain…
I don’t know about y’all, but I have a reading rhythm that stays pretty constant for the most part. I finish reading a book, go to goodreads to update my status, mark the book as read, write my initial thoughts, and some notes in the private section to help me write the review. Then I go to my reading calendar to see what I’m reading next (yes, I’m that type A), mark it as currently reading on Goodreads and on the blog, and, if I still have reading time, start reading it. That’s my reading ritual.
When I finish a really GREAT book though, that ritual just won’t work. And when I mean great book I mean five stars. Not four, not four and a half. Five. And it’s the five star rating that makes you look at all your other five star ratings and wonder if they really deserve to share the same rating as this book. Because it was that great. You know the books I’m talking about, right? You have to have at least one floating around in your head.
Anyway, when I finish that kind of really GREAT book my ritual fails me, utterly and completely. I make it through the first couple of steps, marking it as read and jotting notes. But then I NEED to talk to someone about it. I have given up on trying to talk to my boyfriend, because he sadly can’t understand enthusiasm based on fictional characters that I’ve just read about. He can’t comprehend how incredibly real they are to me. And unfortunately I don’t really have any friends that read like I do. So I’m left to y’all, my book blogging buddies to hope that one of you have read this book.
But now I’m in a conundrum. I want to talk about this book NOW! But for me to know for sure who’s read it, I’d have to go through Goodreads and look at your reviews. And I don’t want your review bleeding into mine. So in this haze that I can only compare to what I imagine being high might feel like (Seriously, imagine! Good-two-shoes/too-scared right here!), I try to write a review. It flows out of me just fine, but as I will later discover, I made absolutely no sense. My sentences are not complete because, yeah, I was too high off of this book. But the ideas are there at least.
So now I go stalking goodreads reviews, looking for someone to talk to. Here two paths emerge. Either everyone else loved this book too and I get to gush along with them, have some great conversations, and walk around with a healthy glow for a while. Or no one has read this book. I suddenly feel all alone in the world. Okay yes, I’m being a bit dramatic, but is really really SUCKS to read a GREAT book and have no one who will gush about it with you. Sure, I can gush to someone, and try to convince them to read it. But in our world how many of us (myself included) can just pick up a book someone is gushing about? I mean, I have so many books to read, and so many of them are books someone gushed about. So yes, maybe they’ll read it, but not immediately. Not soon enough.
And this, my friends, is how I end up in book depression. I’m taking it a step-further than just a book hangover. The first scenario, where I found someone to talk to, that’s my book hangover. A book hangover consumes a couple days and, while no book can really measure up during this time, at least I’m glowing a bit. But book depression consumes way more time, because I haven’t found an outlet. Yeah, I wrote my review. Edited it and reread it tons of times even. As if talking to myself will fill this intense NEED to talk to someone about how my life just changed. Yes, I get over it. Sometimes I find a good book that gradually pulls me out. Sometimes a bad book pulls me out, as anger at having read a really bad book overwhelms my previous emotions.
So yeah, I survive book depression. And it doesn’t happen that often. But I wonder, if I’m alone in this.
Does the inability to find someone to share a really GREAT book with send anyone else into a minor book depression? And why is it that the really GREAT books do this?