There’s not too many things I dislike more than cracking open a book, getting into the book, and realizing in the last 50 pages that there is no way the author is going to end this book by the time the pages run out. There must be (dun dun dunnnn) a SEQUEL … or two or three ….
Don’t get me wrong, I like me a good series to keep me going. There is much more room for complexities and character and relationship developments etc. But when I pick up a book in the library, I kind of expect it to say, broadcasted across the top BOOK ONE OF THE ______ TRILOGY or something so I know what I’m getting myself into. The feeling of ending a book and literally being left with no resolutions at all (seriously, both books I read today were like this) makes me REALLY angry. To make matters worse, said trilogies are either not complete or the library doesn’t have all of them. ARGH. Looks like a couple trips to Chapters are in order.
Have I mentioned that though this is disappointing, I really like to read? Because I do.
Oh, and the books I’m ranting about (just so you can continue to follow my trek through youth fiction):
1. The Gathering – Kelley Armstrong (surprisingly interesting and catching)
2. Sweet Venom – Tera Lynn Childs (simple, really … I just want to know how it ends (this is why I finished Twilight). Suspense kills me.)
128 Days of Summer 