I like endings. I think it’s better for a book or series to leave you wishing there was more than to just keep going endlessly. Even if there isn’t complete closure, I like knowing it’s done and that I can just imagine whatever I like for the character(s) afterwards. That being said, here are the books/series I can think of:
- Bayou by Jeromy Love – I almost forgot about this! There are two volumes, but there has to be more to the story because there’s no resolve at all. This is the darkest, beautiful, haunting graphic novel I’ve read and I want more.
- State of Wonder by Ann Patchett – It’s less that I want a sequel as much as I want an epilog, or maybe I novella following any one of the characters. So much happened at the end of this book.
- Enchantment by Orson Scott Card – This was one of my favorite books last year. It ended wonderfully. I’d take more though.
- The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern – I don’t know what a sequel would look like, but I just want more. More of Morgenstern’s writing, more of this magical world, just more.
- Green Arrow: Year One by Andy Diggle (and others) – Where are the other years?
Is it obvious I was getting desperate towards the end?
I almost always finish the books I start. It might take me months or even years to finish a book (for example, The Hero with a Thousand Faces by Joseph Campbell. I’d put that book down for months at a time) but I do eventually finish them. The last time I didn’t finish a book was probably college… I get as far into the book as I could (usually), but once we moved on to the next book it was silly to try and finish the last one. Even then, I’d like to finish several of those books.
The reason I’m writing about this today is that I’m about to put down a book without knowing when I’ll pick it up next. The book is Red Raising. And before you get all offended let me say that I’m really enjoying the book—well, maybe enjoying isn’t the right word. I think if you “enjoy” dystopian books there’s something a little wrong with you. They can be your favorite genre, but there’s something very unsettling about taking joy from them. Anyway, my problem is that I’ve been trying to listen to the audiobook which is amazing, but I think I’d get a lot more out of it if I had the physical book as well. Also, I feel like it’s just not the right season to read about such a desolate landscape and story.
I’d really love to read another book or series that takes place in a forest or where a forest is a major part of it (I think that was part of the reason I loved The Raven Cycle so much). It’s just nice and summery outside, and I enjoy listening to audiobooks while walking. Do you have any suggestions for a book like that?
Anyway, I know that this was all a bit random, but my point is that you can put down a book for a month or a year or however long and still get back to it. If you know you’d enjoy a book more later, read it later. There are too many good books to read to not thoroughly enjoy the books when you read them. Maybe this winter or next winter I’ll read the Red Rising series. Until then, I’m not going to stress over it.
Okay, so I think reading books outside of my comfort zone is my comfort zone. I like reading books that make me think, make me feel slightly uncomfortable, and are about things I don’t know about. But here are some books that I surprisingly enjoyed—is that the right way to put it?
- Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
- Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
- The Devil in the White City by Erik Larson
- Dawn by Elie Wiesel
- Jackaby by William Ritter