It might be a really good chapter or a really sad one, but it’s not worth ignoring the rest of the book for it.
It’s like you say you want to move on, but you refuse to pack up.
Or like you hired movers, but when they start working, you brought everything back in, or took all the items out of the packed boxes, just so you could stare at them.
Until, finally, the movers gave up and left you sitting in the middle of all your stuff.
Too bad. It was going to be such a good book…with such a happy ending.
(And, by the way, your friends get really tired of hearing you read the same ole chapter to them.)