After finishing a particularly good book or great novel, you just feel ... uninterested in reading anything else? As if all the creative talent energy swirling around the cosmos has someone channelled (and exhausted) itself through the pen of the author of the book and conjured up an awesome story.
So much so that anything else cannot possibly be as good and would be a royal waste of time.
For me it's not unlike a great relationship that has came to an unfortunate end and I'm not quite ready to let someone else into my life
Just me?
So much so that anything else cannot possibly be as good and would be a royal waste of time.
For me it's not unlike a great relationship that has came to an unfortunate end and I'm not quite ready to let someone else into my life

Just me?