Funk

Have you ever been in a funk simply because you finished reading a book?  My goodness...I read a trilogy recently, that I had apparently become too involved in.  I remember as a teenager I would spend hours in my room reading and rereading my favorite series, so I welcomed the guilty pleasure of an easy, albeit immature book series.  I ended up reading over 600 pages in one day, but then the end came.  And she died.  And I just can't figure out why she was slated to die.  To me, it was poorly written, poorly executed. 

Don't get me wrong.  I'm one who frequently watched movies just to cry--to be moved by something beautiful.  I've read book after book in which characters die.  But they die for reasons.  In this situation, I cried for 45 minutes, and now I'm not really mad at the author; I'm simply disappointed and silently wonder, "If she can be published, why haven't I written and submitted anything, given I can surely formulate a better plot."  No, I don't have nearly that amount of confidence, but that shows how disappointed I am in the writing I just read. 

Ok, perhaps venting will get me out of this funk.  Between the book and babies waking me up in the wee hours of the morn, I feel I need to recharge.  Perhaps with a good book?