Schadenfreude

I got a rejection for one of my stories today, and that made me sad.  So I read Neil Gaiman's new book The Ocean at the End of the Lane...all of it.  And that made me happy.  The feeling I had while reading it was deeply nostalgic, though it is already slipping away, like a moment from childhood where you know you felt something strong and real, and even though you can remember that, you can't feel it anymore.  And all you want is to keep feeling it.  Losing that is making me sad again.  Anyway, it's a fantastic book, like all of Gaiman's work, you won't want to put it down.  And it's short, too, so you don't have to.