Between Books

Finishing a good book is like putting your best friend on a train, not knowing the next time you'll meet. Finishing Lonesome Dove is like putting that friend on a wagon train, knowing that you'd better cherish that visit forever, because it will be the last time you meet in this lifetime. Sappy and dramatic? You bet. I almost get physically depressed when I finish a powerful book, and I even resent the next one trying to take its place. In fact, missing Lonesome Dove makes me miss Chico, which makes me feel all girly and sad. I need a break in between books to give the next one a fighting chance. Do I jump into my cheezy Michael Crichton book for cheap rebound filler, or do I seek out The Streets of Laredo in hopes that it will deliver the same punch as the Dove? Or perhaps I just do cryptograms for a while. There are a lot of betweens happening now.