The Emptiness

Is it not strange - The feeling of complete emptiness in the pit of your stomach when you do not know what to do next? It should be, but then its deja vu for me.
And its the same old reason this time around as well that brings me to where I am. Yes indeed, the person was very special. Amazingly great, awesome writer, great stories that always tugged at that adventurous part of you, always knowing when and how much to reveal, and more importantly when and how much not to, keeping the suspense and the interest built up till the very end.

Yep - he's the man! David Baldacci
Awesome author that I can swear by. And I just happened to finish another of his works - The Camel Club. An absolutely enthralling book that keeps you glued till page number 681 :)

Oh and coming back to the feeling of deja vu - yes, it indeed is the feeling of having finished something that kept you so engrossed for so many days that you start thinking if there is anything else that can be done now! I've always had this feeling whenever I've finished a good book. I guess having read about 4 of Mr. Baldacci's works as my last 4 reads, I still stand by the author. The best that I have experienced yet. Planning to pick up The Christmas Train next. And I'll pick this up solely on the author's reputation, although when I lent this one to K for a read that was acting as her introduction to DB, she came out of it criticising it to the T!! How could anyone!! And just to figure out what she meant, I'll pick this up before the one that I really want to read - The Split Second.
Oh and yes - the entire collection of DB's works are now safely stored on my desk. Managed to pick up 5 of them at a garage sale a few months ago for almost peanuts. Talk about luck!

I guess The Book of Fate by Brad Meltzer that I had very high on my appreciation list will drop a notch as The Camel Club takes its place. Until the next one brings this down, and then the one after it.

Ok, and a little peek into the lazy me :P
I actually bought this one some 4 odd months ago -when we'd all caught up before A left for Paris. Never in my life have I ever taken this long to finish a book. And never in my life I hope I will!

I guess I'll get cracking at the flute with a bit more devotion now. Unless The Christmas Train disputes all claims by K and I get glued to it!