As I posted elsewhere, recently I rediscovered a series of books titled The Worst Witch by Jill Murphy (featuring the adventures of my namesake )
I don't generally read fiction. It's quite rare that I get hooked on it. But these books were from my early childhood, back when there were only 3 books in the series. I couldn't believe it when I discovered that the series had grown to 8 books!
It's been wonderful to read them, though I read them a lot quicker than I did when I was younger. It brought back some memories of my reading ability at the time. Back when I was 8 I remember really struggling, it was like I saw every single word printed on the page (I could recall this specifically when reading the first book) and couldn't track at all. But I loved the stories so much I persevered.
It was a much less daunting task this time around though. I just finished the last book moments ago and really enjoyed living in that world again for a time. It made me feel happy! But as I finished the final page, even though things were going great for dear old Mildred, I also felt quite sad.
The author Jill Murphy passed away (I think in 2019). So there won't be any new adventures, at least not written by her. It's such a shame :-(
I wish I could write like Jill Murphy, I would be very tempted to try to write a sort of fan fiction follow up about Mildred's final year at Mrs Cackle's Academy for Witches.
I guess I just wanted to externalise my feelings a bit
Anyone else feel like this when they finish a book, or series of books?
I don't generally read fiction. It's quite rare that I get hooked on it. But these books were from my early childhood, back when there were only 3 books in the series. I couldn't believe it when I discovered that the series had grown to 8 books!
It's been wonderful to read them, though I read them a lot quicker than I did when I was younger. It brought back some memories of my reading ability at the time. Back when I was 8 I remember really struggling, it was like I saw every single word printed on the page (I could recall this specifically when reading the first book) and couldn't track at all. But I loved the stories so much I persevered.
It was a much less daunting task this time around though. I just finished the last book moments ago and really enjoyed living in that world again for a time. It made me feel happy! But as I finished the final page, even though things were going great for dear old Mildred, I also felt quite sad.
The author Jill Murphy passed away (I think in 2019). So there won't be any new adventures, at least not written by her. It's such a shame :-(
I wish I could write like Jill Murphy, I would be very tempted to try to write a sort of fan fiction follow up about Mildred's final year at Mrs Cackle's Academy for Witches.
I guess I just wanted to externalise my feelings a bit
Anyone else feel like this when they finish a book, or series of books?