Endings

I’ve about had it. I’ve read several books in the last few weeks that flat out refused to give me a proper ending. Writers, I don’t care if you’ve got a twenty-seven book series, I don’t care if you’re trying to leave a few secrets for books 20-23, I don’t care if you have a proposal you’re just dying to sell and you think that having readers clamor for more will be the way to nudge your publisher along — WRITE ME A FRICKING ENDING OR I WILL NOT BUY ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR BOOKS.

Capice?

This is what happens: The book is sailing along, getting stormier and more dangerous and more exciting and more unescapable and oh, oh, oh, what’s going to happen? Will they survive? Will they escape? Will they live happily ever after?

I DON’T KNOW.

In Book A (name withheld), the climax was still climaxing at the end of the last chapter. The EPILOGUE showed the rest of the climax, but didn’t really deal with the fates of any of the characters. Um, excuse me? What kind of crap is that? I honestly thought I was missing a few pages.

In Book B (name withheld), we at least found out whether the main characters survived. However, we had no clue why the villain did what she did, no idea of what it was that that nemesis wanted to do to the heroine, and no concept of what the main characters’ mindset was after the climax. There was no resolution, except for one of the secondary heroes (the heroine’s brother, who had his own resolution), and the only post-climax scene dealt with a minor secondary character who was, you guessed it, the hero of the next book. Grrrrrrrrrrrr!

I am currently writing the first book in a series and I’m taking as my series model the Harry Potter books. My books will have satisfactory endings of their own right as well as making people excited about the next book in the series. As Blog is my witness, they shall.

And, in other news, finished Awaken Me Darkly last night. What a great book! (What a great ending!)