I always have a love/hate feeling at the end of a really good book. I love that I have read it, that the book has shared itself and its world with me. And I hate that it is over.
I always leave the final pages of a great book slightly muddled and lost to find myself back where I started, in my own room. I tend to feel like I am being pulled out of another world, kicking and screaming, wanting to go back to Hogwarts or Mid-World/End World, or Wonderland.
I guess to a person who doesn't read as avidly as I do, that will sound quite silly, but maybe to another reader, it makes 100 percent sense.
"Go then. There are other worlds than these." ~ Jake/Dark Tower
Not vicious or malicious
Just de-lovely and delicious