I hate expecting so much from a book only to be let down. I’m tired of picking up a book, loving it, reading the sequel and hey it’s still good, read the next one pretty predictable and cliché but still appealing. Then the last one comes out with so many unexpected twists and turns so enthralling so different than the others. Yet after a certain part it starts to sound familiar no, just like all of the others; get near the end and it’s a big showdown where nothing actually happens. Though you’re tricked into thinking its over for the characters and you’re so scared for them, what if they don’t make it? That is, until they somehow manage to find a way out of certain doom. About after the fourth time of almost dying it gets sorta dull. Wouldn’t you think they might be smart enough not to jump off a cliff? I mean it’s pretty bad when the author actually compares this near death experience with another ‘close call’. I’m just so done with it, why should I read books when I already know how it’s going to end?

I hate happy endings. They don’t exist, so why write about them. All kinds of books have them, Harry Potter did, and it wasn’t that bad except for the look into the future ending with “All was well.” LOVED the series, loved the story, loved the freaking world, but that last sentence made me so mad. It’s never all well, never. So why pretend just to make your self feel better for a few seconds? Maybe I’m just sadistic, wanting a book to end with everyone dying. Or at least not leaving the reader with all certainty that everything will be okay, because it won’t, at least not in our world. It bothers me, and I guess it shouldn’t, but it does. I guess, I just can’t stand imaginary people in love and happy, when I’m not. Aren’t I the one who is told “all is well” when I know its not? Why should they get to be happy.