Have you ever loved a book and its characters so much that you never wanted it to end? I think most of us have had that experience. There is something compelling about losing ourselves in another world. There have been times when I’ve reached the end of a book or series and thought I would be happy to read an entire volume following one of the characters around as they performed mundane activities like doing laundry. I just wanted to spend more time with them and hang onto the magic for a little longer. That is, until I actually had the chance to do just that.
I recently began devouring a trilogy that was so intense I found myself looking ahead to see what was going to happen just so I could put it down for the night and get some sleep. The first book left me enthralled and I couldn’t wait to continue on with the series. The second one was good but had a lot of backstory that, while interesting, didn’t necessarily move the story forward. The third one . . . well, I’m still having a love/hate relationship with it. It has more backstory, which at this point (70%) in the book, I still haven’t figured out its purpose. I might even call it a prequel disguised as a third book.
Also, both the hero and heroine have done things which I consider irredeemable and completely out of character. Maybe the author will persuade me otherwise by the time I’m finished. More importantly, I have followed them through many pages of mundane activities and quite frankly, I’m disheartened to say that it’s ruined the magic.
I know there are many reasons why an author may continue a series beyond what should have been the end. But I have a new appreciation for all the authors that stopped while the magic was still lingering. Those are the books that I recall with fondness.
Have you read a series that should have ended sooner than it did?