Hi bookworms, how are you? I hope you’re having a wonderful week! Today, I’m coming back with a new bookish discussion – I know, it’s been a while, I’m trying to get inspired these days, but it’s hard sometimes! So I’ll let you grab your cup of tea while I make myself one, and let’s get to talking!
When I look at my shelves, I see books. Obviously, Lots of them. But, when I look closer, I see that there are two different kind of books. Standalones, the ones pilling up next to each other, More than this keeping company to Solitaire, even though they’re both very different genres -I know, I’m not sorting by genre, or anything for that matters, I’m cruelly missing PLACE, send help. And there are others, that can’t be moved, because they belong next to each other. The Hunger Games series, The Maze Runner Series, The Divergent Series, the Gossip Girl series…and I could go on and on and on endlessly.
This invisible force keeping them together certainly is the power of book series. They need to be next to each other, or I’ll probably have an attack.
Looking at all these different books certainly makes me wonder. What makes me pick up a series, rather than a standalone? Without thinking too much, I’d say that, most of the time, I pick books at random, regardless of if they’re series, or not. If a synopsis intrigues me, I will add it to my TBR, and probably read it, even if sometimes I’m annoyed to notice that it’s YET AGAIN another series I will probably end up following. However, there are times when I stop my convulsion to add MORE AND MORE AND MORE BOOKS to my TBR, and wonder. It bothers me, always to read series. Because once you start, you’re quicksand. You keep going down and down, giving happily all your money away because you NEED to know what happens next. And sometimes, you regret it. Because series can drag on and on and on and ooooon indefinitely, and you’ll end up poor and bothered because it wasn’t what you expected at all, what you signed up for when first adding this book to your TBR. With standalones, this inside struggle isn’t making me as insane. Because it’s one book. No big commitment, just one story, that could be amazing, and make me want to read all of the other stories this particular author wrote. And that’s it.
Now that I’m thinking about it, I’m finally noticing the real question here : What makes me KEEP on reading a series when I could just read a bunch of standalones? When you take a second, look at your shelves, you probably remember the long agony of waiting for a sequel to be released.
How long you waited, only to read the book in a single day, and having to wait again to read what happens next. On days like these, I’m just thinking I should stop.
BUT, hey, isn’t waiting for another book to come out a delicious feeling taking place in your gut? The anticipation, the strange looks from others while you’re crossing out days on your calendar awaiting for a book release like you’re awaiting for Christmas? Ah, the eternal struggle of series. It’s sometimes hard to bear. But some series are just too good. The suspense is just so strong. Quicksand, yes, but I’m okay with going down.
Just for that christmasy feeling you get when THE NEXT BOOK IS FINALLY HERE, well… I wouldn’t give that up.