I just completed Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke. It was one of my goals for 2009. I fully expected to finish it and jump for joy, finally feel free of the shackles. But I can't help but feel sad. I had that book to come back to for almost two years. I came back to characters I knew and found interesting. It was not totally unlike reading a whole series back to back but there was something different this time. Probably because since it wasn't a series it was just the single adventure. After over 800 pages I'm done! But I feel a little empty. Maybe even a little lonely.