A Book I Can't Tell You About

I love when you put a book down,
and return to it to look up specific passages a few minutes later.
And when having a conversation the next day with friends,
have to bite your tongue
to keep from discussing twists, plots
or the ending.

and referring to characters like
the good friends they became to me while I read.

I just finished a book like that.
My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult.

Here I am, NOT talking about it
because no one talked to me
before I read it
which is probably why the book is haunting me
in everything I do.

And you know what really stinks?
When the Hubby came home from Iraq,
he was under the (false) impression
that I didn't have a large enough book stack
next to our bed,
so he brought more home.

When I finished "My Sister's..."
I felt like I was betraying
the memory
of the book,
the characters,
whatever
and couldn't begin another one.

I'd really like to explain it,
but I'm trying to not tell you about this book I just read.