The end of a saga, for now

I don’t know why I always feel the need to follow some sort of prompt.  I know in the beginning, it helped bring people to my site through the host, but I think I just ended up getting used to it.  I think it also became a not very helpful crutch, especially when I have something I want to just get out, but for some reason I feel like I can’t unless I can attach it to a prompt floating around out there.  Not that there aren’t plenty, and not that I couldn’t have found one today, but it’s late and I honestly just have something to say, you know?

When I had surgery in December of 2016, I watched a lot of TV.  It got to the point where I was starting to see reruns and I was getting very bored.  I ended up picking up a book that I had no idea would bring me all the way here.  The book I picked up was the first volume in George R. R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire.  Do you realize that there are over 5,000 pages in the five books that are currently out?  I realized it pretty early on, but I had done something similar in the past and I just knew I could do this.

I had no idea it would take me a year and a half!  I couldn’t even pick up another book because I was so into that world (when I could actually find the time to read).  I actually did end up reading a fellow blogger’s book, but that only took me a single day, so it wasn’t much of an investment, although the story was great.

There’s just something about coming to the end of the book that feels almost surreal and forlorn.  When you make it to the end of five books in a series that isn’t even finished yet; it’s devastating.  Not only that, we have to wait until, I don’t know, 2019? before we get another one.

I do love the series and I’m planning to finish it, but I was on Goodreads after posting my successfully finished book, and I started reading some reviews.  I don’t know what it is about two or three star reviews that just suck you into the madness.  People can be downright cruel.  Also, why is it that reviewers feel the need to rewrite the book?  Anyway, for all of that, I did read some things that made me wonder if there was a reason it took me so damn long to finish.  The reviews for the last two books were all about how the story slowed down and didn’t progress very much.

I will admit that I had a really hard time finishing book five and I realized last night it was because I was bored!  I was so captivated by the story and so determined to finish those damn books that I didn’t even realize that the reason I had a hard time picking it up each day, or each week was because it wasn’t holding my interest.

However, the last fifty pages were reminiscent of the first three books, so I’m holding out hope that the next book will move along in a more direct way than books four and five.

I’m not so good at reviews, but I just wanted to throw it out there.  I finished all five books and I can now look for other things to read.

Until next time, my friend!

Ahhhh, Books!

I almost forgot what it feels like to finish a book; that heady, amazing feeling of getting to the last page and closing the cover on all those words. Maybe the bad guy was caught and killed. Maybe boy and girl finally realized they loved each other after all. Maybe the bad guy gets away and the protagonist is left to deal with the aftermath. Whatever the case may be, there is something satisfying about finishing.

There is also a feeling of loss, though, because you are at an end and you won’t get to spend anymore moments with those characters. Perhaps that’s why authors started making series. I’m thinking it is just as difficult for them to say goodbye to their characters, probably even more so. Why not make more books and follow the characters through even more amazing adventures?

I’m reading a series, which is probably why I’m not going through the aftermath of saying goodbye for the last time. The series is decent, but as with most anything, it also has its downsides. I picked up the books because I fell in love with the made-for-TV movies they did. I’m thinking, though, that I was actually in love with the actor who plays the main character and that’s why I loved the movies so much. (If you grew up in the eighties and didn’t have a crush on Tom Selleck, I’m not sure I can ever understand you…)

It’s been interesting to get a little deeper into the character’s mind and see him in more depth, but in doing so, I actually like him a bit less. I already knew he was an alcoholic so that wasn’t a shocker but I realized he’s definitely more of a womanizer than they portrayed in the movies. And I seriously don’t get his feelings for his ex-wife who is way more in the picture in the books than she was in the movies.

Still a likable character – bad-ass cop in a small town who bends the rules just enough to make him lovable but with problems that make him not so high on a pedestal. If you like a good crime series set in a small town, I recommend the Jesse Stone series written by Robert B Parker.

I’m looking forward to the continuation of the series. I just put the third one in my bag to start tomorrow. They are light, fun reading and I’m enjoying it. I’m still feeling a bit lack-luster about my choices, though. I haven’t picked up a book since summer of last year that I couldn’t even think about putting down until it was complete (I’m looking at you, Chuck Wendig and Miriam Black). I love books like that.

So, any suggestions? I’m pretty open to reading anything, in fact, this crime series is pretty far outside what I used to consider my kind of book. So comment away fellow readers. I would love to hear about the books you read that you just couldn’t put down.

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JJJ 2015