Last night, I finished The Brothers K. I have a book hangover - "The inability to start a new book because you're still living in the last book's world."
In search of my next read, I sat down on my floor and looked through the pile of books I brought with me and realized that I didn't want to read any of them. My heart was still in Camas, Washington with the Chance family. Which is a lovely, lovely thing. Starting another book right now would be to turn on them. It'd be a rebound book. Trying to get back in the game before my heart was ready for it. It needs some time to move on.
The best books do this to be. I love them for it.