There is nothing more frustrating than reading a book you are so completely mesmerized by– appreciating the writing, captured by the story, intrigued by the characters– only for that heart sinking, pit-in-your-stomach, ready-to-lash-out feeling you get only when you feel cheated by the ending.
Reading a book is a personal investment one makes. It’s a promise, particularly by an author whom you’ve admired and whose work has lived up to all of those expectations in the past.
As a reader, one forms relationships with authors. Among my go-to authors are Tom Perrotta, Anna Quindlen, Alice Hoffman, Anita Diamant, Sue Miller, Richard Russo, Margaret Atwood, Philippa Gregory and Judy Blume. They have never once disappointed me in the past. Sure, some work is stronger than others for this reason or that.
I won’t name this author, here, or the work, and yes, I will give the author another chance because everyone deserves a second chance.
Just like anything else in life, you come to set your expectations based upon your past experiences, and sometimes, when those expectations are too high– you set yourself up for disappointment.
So the lessons in all of this…??? Forgiveness. Second chances. The ability to move forward.