Big me and little me have a lot of differences. Little me adored this one thing when it came to books: Series. Big series, small series, series that hadn’t finished coming out, and series that had. When I started a book, I was prepared for a possibly long term (but usually not because I had time then and practically speed read) commitment. If it was standalone? I didn’t want it. I didn’t see the fun in that. A mere 300 pages and it was over.
Big me hyperventilates at the size of series. Big me still reads them, but does something that would have appalled little me.
She doesn’t always finish reading them.
I have this huge difficulty with series these days. But I have plenty of good reasons for it.
Sequels disappoint me.
I was just talking to Bobbie yesterday and we were discussing which books of 2014 we were waiting for. On my list, of course, were a bunch of sequels and series continuations. And something came to me during that conversation. I was not excited as I originally claimed to be.
I mean, I have all these books I need to read! Divided by Elsie Chapman, The Rules of Breaking by Ashley Elston, Where Silence Gathers by Kelsey Sutton, etc. But I’m almost scared to pick them up. Why?
I don’t want to be let down.
I spend a whole year after book one waiting for the sequel to come out. During that time I build up some mighty big expectations. Then the blurb comes out and. . .wait. . .what. . .where’s my precious? Because of my high opinions of first books, I find it really hard to continue the series.
I mean, take Dualed by Elsie Chapman. I was so impressed with it despite the really mixed reviews it got. It was about a girl in a dystopian world who did what the government wanted instead of trying to demolish them. It was unique and fresh! I loved it! Now I’m just scared that the next book, Divided, will let me down. Dualed has become like a special standalone book to me.
I just don’t want a previous five star rating to seem less right by continuing.
Series are time consuming.
I hate to sound whiny, but they are. I mean, I have had to wait years to complete The Heroes of Olympus series by Rick Riordan. It’s been four years already and I’m in the middle of year five to wait for the next book. While this series hasn’t lost me, some do.
A lot can happen in five years time. For all I know, I might not like reading books about Greek and Roman mythology come five years. In some ways, people do change.
There are so many things coming out.
I could most likely dedicate a whole post to this alone. I mean, there are so many series out now that sometimes all the popular ones just utterly CONSUME your reading list. I mean, how do you get much chance to read anything else if you’re cramming down all the must read series? There are must read standalones waiting for me too.
But all of this doesn’t mean I don’t read series. I just have a problem with going on sometimes. Maybe I don’t want to make that kind of a commitment to something that might disappoint me. Maybe it’s a matter of time. Maybe it’s all of the above. That being said, I cannot wait for Cress, book three in the Lunar Chronicles series by Marissa Meyer, to come out this February.