Every time I approach the last few chapters of a novel, I get a strange feeling. Part of it is nervousness– is the book suspenseful enough? Funny enough? Emotional enough? Did I leave a major question unanswered?
But another part of it is a kind of reluctance to let go. if a book is like a child to an author, this period near finishing is when they are getting close to legal adulthood, and you are realizing they have grown up too fast! You need more time to savor their development.
And yet it is not only inevitable that they leave you and go out into the world; it’s the goal.
Forever Chosen is at that stage.