Anson gaped at me, his jaw going slack. “You don’t finish books? Ever?” That twitchiness skated over me again. “I don’t like the finality. Even if it is happy. I like thinking the story could go on forever.” He studied me for a long time, his fingers still toying with the bookmark. “Seems like a waste to go on that whole journey and not get the final payoff.” “But isn’t it better to just enjoy the journey? Really take each moment in for what it is?”
