what’s a book that’s haunted you ever since you finished it?

i’m in that weird in-between phase where i want to start a new book but nothing feels right. i’m craving something that lingers. like the kind of book you close slowly and just sit with for a bit… maybe even cry over. or the kind you think about randomly while brushing your teeth a week later.

doesn’t have to be sad or dramatic, just something that sticks to your bones a little. i’d love to hear what books have stayed with you and why. i don’t mind genre, i just want to feel something again.