The verdict is out – I hate depressing endings. Even the one with twisted, later on, happy kind of depressing ends. Why is tragedy seen as the epitome of a good novel/movie. Someone has to die, be separated, make supreme sacrifices to make it sell..
I think I have enough of it in my own life to seek those out in a book as well. I am reminded of Satya’s analogy – when you climb a mountain, you have to come down. So, the book starts well, peaks and then WHOOSH…tragedy follows. Not again, I say. Not again