where can i get my next fix?
eight pages...i only have EIGHT pages left of Hey Nostradamus! and i suddenly can't bring myself to pick up the book. it's too depressing, thinking about coming to the end. it's so strange when i think about how much these characters have infiltrated my life these past two days and how imminent (and inevitable) the end really is. that's not to say that the things i've experienced whilst reading the book will suddenly vanish. no, it's all fused into world view, my perspective on life. it's just that as long as their story has been developing on the page, they have been alive to me. and now...well now it is going to be as if they're dead - they will simply be part of an experience i had, a memory, the past. but that's how it goes - once there is nothing left to read, there is nothing left to read. and so life goes on. but actually, it won't just go on; it will go on in a much richer, fuller, and substantial way because of the ways that this particular experience (reading Coupland's novel) has opened my eyes...and my heart.