Wish I was still reading Among Others

I finished reading Jo Walton’s much prize-winning book, Among Others yesterday. Throughout, I found myself sort of drifting, liking the book, but not feeling terribly compelled. Now that it is done, however, I find that I am missing it. Not necessarily in that way that you wish you knew what happened to Harry after Voldemort, but rather… well, I just miss it. The characters, the world, the is-it-or-isn’t-it magic, the feel of it.

I’m picking something else to read now, but I sort of just feel like sitting and daydreaming about Among Others a little while longer.

Quite a book. Not for everyone. ymmv.