We seem to have a great capacity to put people off reading. There are two instances that come to mind, firstly when I said to my mum about one of the Bronte sisters books that it was worth a read and she really enjoyed it and also to my brother when I said that the Glasgow Herald was a good read, and he said that he really enjoyed the process of reading it, having never read a “serious newspaper ” before. Subsequently neither continued with something that they had really enjoyed , because perhaps they were bombarded by so many other pieces of writing.
My point being that there is so much printed material out there and just to pick up a book is a real achievement. Good or Bad books we are never really “finished” with them. We get something from every piece of written material we look at , sometimes it is just our critical thinking that comes into play or on others we are totally blown away by the tome.( and that is a good feeling.)
I suppose writing lists and analysing the affect that a book has had on you is of value, if you like lists and talking about books.
I however, know that all the books I read affect me and have value ( some more than others). I always worry that I’ve missed something, perhaps skimmed something and always find a second read unearths new things. My view is I’m never really finished with a book, even the bad ones.
A tall stack of well-known novels sits by a bright window with a cup of tea and glasses nearby
When you truly love a show you can’t imagine the characters not existing anymore.You want them to keep going even if the writers have run out of ideas or frankly got bored and feel they have nowhere to go.
So for me there is no “perfect” series finale.
And if I’m disliking the show,then the sooner it ends the better,and there’s always the “off” button.