I finished "The Afterlife of Stars" now what am I supposed to do?

I am definitely NOT going to read another book about war for a while. But it was one of those books that leave me missing the characters, wanting to know that they are alright. The cool thing about that is they moved to Toronto. So I might have sat on a bus beside them, eaten at a restaurant next to them, (I had a passion for goulash when I was pregnant with O.S.) or had one for a teacher.

I guess what I loved so much about the book was it was always tethered to those stars it references and this made the sometimes oppressively close, and painfully intimate, bearable.

She said, "In the end, my dear, the person hardly matters. the person lies down in the earth. No one knows where Mozart is buried, but it doesn't really matter. He has left his music above ground to frolic amoung us. The labels don't matter. They never do. It's what you do in the name of the labels that matters. Sometimes that is good and sometimes it is not."

So it was a "good book" in my opinion.

What I have to choose from next are not so promising. Again, my excuse is I just picked at random, as random as is humanly possible. Anyway, late at night I picked: Bequest by Ian Thomas. Turns out he is a sort of Canadian celebrity. That put me off a bit in fact. I will give it a go. All I read last night was the Forward.