Who knew?
May 25, 2007I am rereading a series of British mysteries (actually written by an American author). Now that, in and of itself, not a very interesting thing to write about.
But here’s the thing:
In the second to last of the series to date, a main character dies. When I read that book and came to that part, I literally put the book down and cried. I felt shock, rage, anger as if it were people I really knew going through this. I thought about it for day, “How could she (the author) do this?” “Why?” “It has to be a mistake. This character will be alive in the next book.” The character was, technically, alive in the next book because it ran parallel to the previous story. However, the character will not make a miraculous resurrection in the upcoming book.
Anyway, I am rereading the series for the first time since that book. I keep noting all these things that are said and done which have extremely different meanings knowing what happens. What is odd, though, is the closer I get in the series to the book, the slower I’ve been reading them as if I want to put off getting to that book and that incident. I was talking to T about it last night and I started getting all teary-eyed about what was to come.
Who knew you could get so attached to characters in a book?
