Mime rapidly becoming snowed under with assignments, which is very scary. She wonders why everyone complains about 500-700 word essays. (She wrote 60k in November and she knows how to be very long winded.) 500 words is nothing. She digresses. Currently she’s doing said assignments and eating chocolate.
Now this is a million-dollar question. Seriously. Why do we crave the next book so much? Why do we close a book and just want the next one SO BAD?
I’ve been thinking about it while reading Perfect Scoundrels, the third Heist Society book by Ally Carter. Neither of the first books have made it to a list of Absolute Favourites. But I can’t help smiling and devouring this book. It just makes me so happy to be back in Kat Bishop’s world.
I just read Stephanie Morrill’s free sequel short story that accompanies The Reinvention of Skylar Hoyt trilogy. I really had a good time reading those books, though sometimes I wondered if they needed to be a series, not a longer stand-alone. And yet, reading that short story, I was fangirling over a contemporary. That doesn’t happen very often. It’s the epic books that get fangirling. Not 60,000 word contemporaries.
Why do these sequels make me so happy?
I think it’s a sense of familiarity. I know the world. I know the characters. A pull to a sequel indicates that the author has done an exceptional job giving the reader a connection. And if the connection of interest is there, it doesn’t matter what the author’s done or how good the original book was.
But I also believe that familiarity is insanely important. See, I adored the book These Broken Stars. But the sequel won’t be about the same characters. And I… kind of don’t care about it. I’d read it, because I liked the authors’ writing. But I have no gravitational pull towards it.
Reboot is another book that screams my name whenever I think of it. It was so stinking good! Agh! Those characters! The unresolved (though not cliff-hanger) ending! Wren and Callum! I just want to read more. I’m dying for the sequel, and I can’t wait to see how it all turns out. Because it’s about the original characters, I am pulled to it like a supermagnet to a paperclip.
And a good sequel isn’t always about the same characters as the first. The Door Within was one of my favourite books when I was about 13. I adored it—the entire trilogy. And while the sequel The Rise of the Wyrm Lord (ah, the dramatic titles) had a common character (Aidan) the narrator was Antoinette, a much different character who met up with the previous narrator and then took over. I was fine with that. It just wasn’t the same.
Another example like the above would be Cinder, Scarlet, and Cress. Not all the same MCs, but I love them copiously.
Like I said, if an author has made a connection, they’ve totally done their job, whether it’s the characters or the story or the world—whatever clicks with us is what keeps us reading.
There’s just something special about series. And I can’t wait to connect with more books, because, plain and simple, it’s fun.