So, I just finished City of Glass, the last book of the Mortal Instruments Trilogy. I loved reading it, don't get me wrong, but I hate knowing that a story has ended. I need something to look forward to. I'm glad there was a resolution, etcetcetc, but I hate knowing that it's ended. Like Harry Potter. I had a strange feeling of not-quite-disappointment. Maybe, anticlimactic. I'm getting spoiled by Charlaine Harris's books or Laurell K Hamilton's books, where there's no real end in sight. And I'm also thinking about my own stories, and how I may want them drawn out. (And a slight bummer seeing a name of a character that I am using in my own story, although spelled differently, but whatever. It didn't make me feel too bummed, because I finished the book, after all.)
Even though I know the writer needs to have closure or have a different vision of the world, I forget that as a reader I never want that world to end. I was happy about the epilogue though, and delighted that Clare really went out of her way to tie up all the little loose ends.
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