I complain a lot about everything being a series these days (actually, I complain about everything, period. bah humbug). But the secret truth is…
Wait…that’s the wrong secret. Really, though, I absolutely love series. I love following characters on their journeys, watching them grow and make mistakes and fall in love. You feel like you know these characters by the end. It’s compelling stuff. But loving book series comes with its downsides. I know I’m not the only one who gets anxious about the following series pitfalls.
I’m convinced that the worst feeling in the world is reading a book, falling madly in love with it, and then realizing that the next one doesn’t come out for a year or more. Why must I wait?! Why can’t I have everything I want the instant that I want it?!
Waiting is torture. I get so worried that something is happening to my beloved characters, but I don’t know what BECAUSE I DON’T HAVE THE BOOK YET.
Like I said already, the best part of series is going on a journey with your favorite character. You feel what they do: heartbreak, fear, joy…it’s a damn roller coaster of emotion over the course of 3+ books. My heart is just yanked around and pulled apart and sewn together again and crushed into a million pieces.
The Sophomore Slump
Everyone’s heard of the sophomore slump, where the first book was so freaking good but then the second doesn’t live up to it. This makes me cry a river. I’m someone who, once I love something, looks forward to the next installment like crazy. Like I mark the release date in my Google calendar so I can always know how far away I am from getting my hands on the next adventure. And then if, after all the waiting, it’s not exactly what I wanted?
The End of Series Terror
Oh man. So much anxiety over what happens when a series ends. I get legitimately scared of what the end will be like. What if a character I love dies? What if the main character suddenly sucks? WHAT IF MY SHIP DOESN’T GET TOGETHER?!
Let’s chat! Does anyone else get super anxious reading series?