I may be alone is this, but to me, the feeling of finishing a good book is bittersweet. The reward is a wonderful ending, but there's a sadness, too, that it's all over. A perfect book-shaped void where the story you spent days or even weeks reading used to be. How to fill that void? Sometimes you can just pick up another book and get lost in something all over again. But sometimes that isn't enough. You need that story to live on.