An Ending

I just finished reading 'The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn' right now. The most notable fact about me finishing reading was when I reached the last chapter and read that it was the last one indeed, and got surprised for it didn't feel like it was about to end yet, although I knew it was, because the pages were thinning. But then I read correctly, no more chapter followed "Chapter The Last."

I would never forget the adventures it took me to, from the long and ever-winding river that flows in it, to the towns where Huckleberry's escapades took high flight, to his cleverness making up stories out of nowhere just to avoid being in any kind of fix, as he puts it, to his attitudes towards happenings and people, especially to Jim, and just about everything. I had a great time reading that book. It made me feel excited, thrilled, it made me sad, it made me laugh, it even made me scratch my head. I laughed so many times I never counted them, although I feel I owe it more laughs than I gave out.

Only did I discover it was some sort of a satire or something when I finished reading the actual story and got to the afterword, and man, only then did I realize a lot of things about the book and about what it really intended to say at some parts and about some more background about the author. There I went realizing things in my head like "Ah.." a little frequent times, including some "Oh, I never thought of that.." "Ah, that's why.." in agreement.

Back to the story now, well, it was so full of wit and humor, I couldn't have asked for more. It was really way different from what I could come across to read from time to time. And I don't know why, but to me the story ended like it begun again.

Now you wouldn't bother wondering if it was a good read for me or not.