I imagine not, but am I the only one that gets almost...fearful...when choosing the next book to read when in the middle of a run of really good books?
Just finished a great one.
You know the kind, you don't want to read another for a bit so you can let it settle.
Now, I am kind of worried about what to read next. Standing in front of the bookshelf, not wanting to jinx this run of wonderful reads.
Isn't it a delightful kind of fear?