For those of you that are overly observant, I’m sure you have noticed a severe lack of book reviews lately. As a matter of fact, there hasn’t been a single one since Feb. 3rd. The reason? Tahereh Mafi. That’s right…I’m throwing her highness under the proverbial bus. But, I assure you it is for a very good reason. On Feb. 4th the last novel in the Shatter Me series hit stores. (It’s called Ignite Me…you can buy it HERE.) I (like sooooo many others) have been waiting desperately for this book…for almost a year. So I cleared my schedule. Spent Monday re-reading Unravel Me (book #2) to prepare myself, then got a good nights sleep (Pfft! Ok, yeah…that’s crap.) so I could dive right in to book #3 the second I could get my overly eager man-hands on it. Lucky for me I got it pretty early in the day. Unlucky for me, I had a million blog related things to do. So I curbed my eagerness and did what any good blogger would do. I cried. Then… I got to work. Long story short (so I can get to the actual point of this post) by noon I was done with my duties, and by 6:00pm I was finished with Ignite Me. (Yes, you read that correctly…I read a 416 page book in 1 sitting in 6 hours.) I devoured it. But a few minutes after I finished I realized something. I read it too fast. I was so eager to find out what happened that I didn’t savor it, and my mind went into lock-down mode. I couldn’t think of anything else. I was so stuck in Mafi’s world that mine suddenly ceased to exist. So I read it again. And then I read it again. After 3 times I realized I had a problem. I was suffering from PTWD (Post Traumatic Warner Disorder) and unless I could find something else to occupy my mind, KO was screwed. So I did the only thing I knew to do.. I picked up another book. And I hated it. So I picked up another one. And I hated that one too. Again…. Total crap! Up until this point I had never had the pleasure of suffering from a book hangover. Honestly…I thought it was a myth. (I apologize to those of you I made fun of. And by made fun of I mean screamed “total bullshit!” at.) I get it now. There are such things as black holes and bookcases of emotions. But, that doesn’t stop me from wondering… SHOULD a book cause you to totally lose your shit? I read more than the average person. I consider myself slightly intelligent. I am crystal clear on what is reality and what is fiction, so what was it about THIS book that turned me into a person completely incapable of enjoying ANYTHING else? Was it just THAT GOOD? Was I more than moderately (maybe even obsessively) invested in the characters? Did I see pieces of myself inside this brilliant work of fiction? Whatever the case may be, I found myself staring down the barrel of unforeseeable after-effects. The most important being that I am a book blogger who suddenly didn’t want to pick up another book! Talk about other books? Sure… But actually read one? NO! Everything I touched I compared to Ignite Me, which isn’t fair to those other books. AND…if I can’t be fair, I can’t do my job properly. Thankfully… I have since regained my mental stability. And…yes, I am starting to read again. But I wanted to ask all of you WTF was going on? Have YOU ever suffered from a book hangover? Have you ever read anything so perfect that you couldn’t imagine moving on from it? Did you lose your ever loving mind like I did? Please…tell me that I’m not alone.