I like big books and I cannot lie.

I do this thing.

I can't help myself.

I read books in series.

And sometimes the series are not finished yet.

But I canNOT just forget about it because it's not finished.

So I read. And sometimes I get a little invested.

Me after the book cover/ title for the next book is released:

Then the excitement wears off and I am forced to wait in AGONY.

Me a couple days before the book release:

I tell myself to not rush reading the book in one day... Come on, Katie, get it together:

You know... let the enjoyment last longer than however many hours it takes to read the entire book.

But this is me while I'm reading:

Then I wake up the next morning and it's all over

Then I remember what I read, and I totes wake up

I calmly process it.

Though, I may fangirl freak out a bit

I allow myself a short celebration if/when the devil of an author has finally allowed my favorite characters to be happy for a short time before screwing them over again.

Then I realize that the book is over. 

And the waiting commences again.

That is how I feel about reading. Clearly there are a lot of feels.