Every author likes to imagine her reader reaching the last page of a book and wondering how life will possibly go on now that the story has ended.
Or, at least, that’s one of my favorite fantasies (mine, truthfully, are more elaborate, involving tears, negotiations with God, and a slow descent into madness). When I reached the last page of The Goldfinch, I stared at my Kindle for a good half hour wondering how on earth I could continue on with affairs not knowing what becomes of Boris. This is not a new phenomenon. As a teenage I cried for an entire weekend at the end of Tiger Eyes.
My fantasy has sort of become a reality, because I hurriedly posted the last chapter of the interim sequel to Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board that I’ve been writing for the Wattpad community on Sunday, and madness ensued.
Here, for your enjoyment, are some of the comments.