April 14, 2017 by Petrea
A Bone to Pick About…
I know pretty much off the top if a book is going to be worth my time, and I don’t feel compelled to continue reading if I don’t like it. Life is too short to spend a minute of it reading bad writing.
Recently I began a novel I wasn’t too sure of. I knew immediately that the writer didn’t know where to put a comma, and some of her phrasing was odd enough that I thought she might not have invested in her education. But the heroine was so compelling, the tone so fascinating, the settings so mysterious…
It was a good story, and I, your local grammar jerk, ignored the comma treachery and read the whole damned thing.
For the last 50 pages, the book was un-put-downable. The story ramped up to an action sequence, followed by a climactic scene between the protagonist and another character, and…that’s it. No resolution. On the next page were the words, “Want to read more?”
I’m sorry, what? You lead me all the way here and don’t give me an ending? No, I do not want to read more.
I don’t care if a story is the first book in a series. It’s still got to have a beginning, a middle, and a satisfying end. Why should I read book two if book one is a disappointment?
You’ve heard of cliff-hangers. That’s for the end of a chapter, not the end of a book.