Hola, my amigos and amigas. The name’s Elizabeth (aka Spranz).
I’ve been mentioned before. I am Heather’s elusive best friend, and though I am not a blogger meself (yet), I am a fan, and was invited by Her Majesty to do a guest post. So here I am. My topic? The Five Stages of Grief (That You Go Through After Finishing a Really Good Book). So, in the famous words of Heather herself, buckle up, buttercup, as I tell you about one of the many dangers of being a fan of books.
1. Denial. Usually characterized by staring blankly at the last page, or saying, in a disbelieving monotone, “No! That can’t be how it ends! It can’t be over! There must be more.”
|Admit it. This is us. Every single book, it's us.|
|Of all the things you could damage, Bubbles would probably be a worser idea.|
|Dear GIF, I know not where you're from, but your words sing so very true.|
|Hey look, that phone has a cord. How quaint!|
|Problem. This is a Liz-and-Heather post and we're missing Tom.|
1. Remember that friend who immediately went out and read the book? Contact them. Sob over the phone. Sob in person. Eat a gallon of ice cream with them. Bemoan the fates of all your favorite characters together. After all, misery loves company. Or, if all your friends are lame-o’s who hate reading (shame on them!) power up that computer. Surely there is someone in all the blogosphere who has read the same book and is willing to commiserate. (Though, admittedly, virtual ice cream is not nearly as good.)
|We watched all of The Pirate Fairy, we can't just ignore him.|
|Well, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. BACK INTO THE FRAY.|
|Don't worry, folks. Go back to your knitting. Problem solved.|
|Elizabeth (right) and|
CJ, a friend (left)