The Help

There is this thing that happens to me after I finish reading a really good book.  I'm not exactly sure if it has a name but it consists of a vacant feeling; a hollowness that is not anatomical.  Almost as if my senses keep expecting to be stimulated, yet that thing that they have gotten regular doses of has gone and they keep searching for it.  The feeling lingers for days and is not distracting but I find it to be incredibly strange. This happened again after I finished reading The Help.  Luckily for my senses, there is a film version to feed the "addiction" a little while longer. Hope it is half as good as the book.
-M.