The last time I was so deeply involved with a universe, a book universe, was when I was reading my favorite author to this day, Fernando Sabino.

He would repeat sentences, ideas, and situations across all these completely unrelated stories and books, so I always thought he was talking about his life, but with a little touch of fiction. One could say that there was a universe—the author’s life universe—a parallel world with countless things that readers could relate to and understand.

This was many, many years ago. Decades ago. I read several other authors after finishing all his books, but none of them were able to create the same type of connection.

I’m currently on book two of The Expanse series. About 70 percent of that book, and I can’t wait to read book three. By the way, are there six or nine books? Anyway, what I know is there’s an end to the saga, and I’m already sad about that.

What am I supposed to do when I read all the books?