For the most part I dread it because try as I might to prolong the experience; it’s always over far too soon; curiosity usually trumps my desire to pace myself every single time. When I have to struggle to put a book down mid-read, then I know my chances of stretching my enjoyment out past the end of the day are practically nil. Even if I’ve learned from checking out others’ reviews that the novel ends on a monster cliff hanger; I still can’t resist walking straight into the author’s trap. I consider myself to be pretty strong-willed. Heck, I quit smoking cold turkey and never looked back. But, when it comes to books… I’m a lost cause.
I also fear reaching the end of a book I’m loving because it means that my wait for the next installment is close at hand, and that my unanswered questions will remain as such for the foreseeable future. I hate goodbyes but unfortunately, they are a big part of reading. It’s funny how a 200 page mediocre novel can seem like it goes on for an eternity, but a 800 page stellar one can be over in the blink of an eye. Endings aren’t always a bad thing though, especially when there’s a HEA involved. Sometimes they can make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and leave me with a stupid grin on my face. I guess you could say, I dread finishing Urban Fantasy books and look forward to wrapping-up Paranormal Romances; one genre usually ends on a high note while as the other just leaves me wanting more.