I finished reading The Vicomte de Bragelonne or Ten Years Later last night, having re-read The Three Musketeers and Twenty Years After in preparation (in English).
I have been moody all day. I feel like I’ve lost a friend.
I last had that feeling after I finished Annie Proulxs “The Shipping News”.
I felt as if I had left a wonderful community and just knew that I would be missing all of those wonderful characters for a long time. It was much the same with “Miss Smillas feeling for snow”, I loved being out on the ice with her.
I guess it says a lot about where I live that a fictional community is far more appealing than the real one 
Slan,
D.
Don’t be like that. After all, from where you are you can be in Hull in no time at all. 
Was it William Tecumseh Sherman who said
“If owned Hull and Texas, I’d live in Hull and rent out Texas?”
God forgive me, I just couldn’t resist.
I felt that way after watching Serenity… yeah, I know, it’s a stretch.
No its not My kids got me to Serenity and Firefly, I’m addicted to Alexander Mcall Smith’s stores set in Scotland- nifty oddball characters
I think it’s a wonderfuel testament to the ability of an author, or in the case of Serenity (which I just watched), an author and director to craft characters with whom one empathize.
Nevil Shute had a wonderful ability to do that. Even when I found his plots a little less than satisfying, he always left me feeling I knew his characters.
Being able to lose yourself in a film or a book or a tune is a wonderful thing.
Hey! That’s my home you’re talkin 'bout! 
Hell and Texas… Death and Taxes… It’s all infernal. 
I wondered how long it would be before I got a bite on that one! Hey, I just report the news…