/lit/ - Literature

Just finished it today. This book was written 18 years ago, and doesn't come close to feeling dated.

I wish I had someone to talk with about it. Anyone else get an overwhelming feeling of withdrawal when you finish a great book, your mind racing with ideas and thoughts but there's nobody to share them with right after?

It would be a warm Saturday afternoon, they'd be waiting for me outside near a cafe. My car would pull around the corner, and from there we would drive. Drive and talk, and drive, and talk and look out the window at all the little street, beautiful homes, and random people.