Sunday 7 August 2011

A Sucker For Happy Endings


You know how I define a good story? The plot where all the pieces come together in end, people get together all happy and gay, everyone finds a special someone; to sum it up, a happy ending. I had a tiny problem – I read the ending of a book first to get the gist, just to figure out if it’s all merry and if it isn’t, I keep it aside thinking may be someday I’ll have the courage to withstand the sadness; quite a big collection it has given me of the book I might read one day.

I don’t know about others but I really feel like slaying authors who kill their leads in novels and don’t get them back with a new face or some hero story. I mean come on! Why would you disappoint your readers like that? I would never do that. Still, only a good writer can make you cry – I don’t like that sad sob in any case. Oh how much I have hated Nicholas Sparks for breaking my heart. So much that I swore of his books, worthless, sadistic, fool!

The plot where the guy hates the girl, comes around, starts loving her, they have differences, spend time apart and get back together again…just makes the heart swell. I don’t care if it’s the most cliché story in the world – it clicks; it gives us an escape route from reality. They say that romance novels have filled women’s head with crap. I say bang on! We’re all crazy, feeding on hope, constantly worrying if we’ll ever find Mr. Perfect. You get disappointed only when you hope but if that shiny bright light is not there, what’s left in this world? We’re absolutely, 100% crazy because we’re hopeful for a better tomorrow. May be it exists, may be it doesn’t. May be we’ll get it, may be we wont. One thing is for certain – we won’t ever stop trying.