Friday, April 3, 2015
When the Last Book Ruins Everything
We've all been there with series we love (and some we only sort of like). You build up ALL that anticipation for the final book. The grand finale! The big kahuna! The buildup, the big one, the moment we've bene waiting for, the REASON ALL THOSE OTHER BOOKS EXIST! Waiting...for this!
And then you read it.
And you. Don't. Like it.
Related: The Absolute Terror of the Final Book in the Series
It's the worst. You feel betrayed. You feel disappointed. You feel like all those glorious books you loved before were just completely erased before your eyes and what is the POINT and where is the ice cream and can you Eternal Sunshine that shizz right out of your head and pretend the finale never happened because WOULDN'T THAT BE GRAND?
(I have a feeling a lot of people feel this way about the How I Met Your Mother finale as well. IT'S CERTAINLY HOW I FEEL ABOUT GOSSIP GIRL.)
Related: Picking the Sinking Ship
This doesn't happen to me too often, though, for multiple reasons. 1) I tend to ship ships that triumph in the end, whether it be good luck, a good nose for writerly intentions, or a staidly canonical taste in ships. So I'm not USUALLY frothing with rage at ship resolutions, because my ships win.
Or sometimes a ship you shipped A LOT somehow loses its shine in the third book. Or authors make narrative choices you one hundred percent do not understand. Not even that the characters didn't do the things you'd HOPED...but sometimes, you feel like books took a completely bonkers path that undid all the character arcs and Good Stuffs from the earlier books and all there is to do is cry and scream and perhaps toss things.
One of my favorite book series recently came to an end, and I thought the finale was...not good, shall we say? It didn't sink my ship, or anything, but all the reasons I LOVED the ship and the series didn't come into play at all, and I found the actual plot COMPLETELY BONKERS. (Yes, okay, it's The Ruby Circle. I was saving all of Bloodlines so I could do a delirious and giddy series review wherein I shrieked about Adrian Ivashkov and pie and banter and shippy perfection... But then TRC came along and...ummmm... yeah? Meg says it pretty well here. I didn't hate it got a lot of feels but the plot was kind of entirely on crack.)
I'm racking my brain trying to think of series that I feel were betrayed by their series enders, and again, there aren't that many. Ruin and Rising didn't satisfy me as I'd wished. Ditto Evertrue. I lovedlovedLOVED both of the book twos in that series, and I felt, narratively, that those book threes did not hold water. But I know tons of people who totally disagree with me. But it's just SUCH A COLOSSAL DISAPPOINTMENT to love a series, anticipate a finale with great glee, and then not feel that tremendous sense of payoff at the end. Endings are hard, and you can't please everybody, but really does suck bein gone of the displeased.
Have you ever felt betrayed or let down by a series ender? NO SPOILERS PLEASE!