I have a very terrible habit. When reading mystery books, I usually flip to the last couple of chapters to find out who the villain is or I basically speed read through the book for the villain, motive, and catch. Why? Why do I do this? But in my defense, after reading the last chapters or speed reading, I go back to where I left off and finish reading the book. Why does my curiosity get the better of me? Why I can’t be like most normal mystery readers and read the book from beginning to end? No speed reading. No flipping to the end chapters.
Seriously. Can someone explain to me why my curiosity gets the better of me? It’s not the worst habit in the world, but it’s something I should try to conquer, right? Maybe? I don’t have the problem when I’m reading other books. When I read chick lit books or something non-murder or non-mystery, I’m a normal reader. Not to mention, with most chick lit books I pretty much have all the story lines figured out and know how the book will end — most of the time. But what keeps me reading is the writing. Is the story well written? Do I like the character? Do I really know where the story line is going? Very few books have surprised me.
Does anyone else have this problem? Or is it just me? Well, at least I think I’ve kicked the habit of not reading two series of books that use recurring characters — Iris Johansen with Eve Duncan and Jane McGuire and James Patterson with the Women’s Murder Club. Sorry, Iris, but I have no desire to read the latest books starring Eve or Jane. The first couple of books starring Eve were awesome and wonderful, and I highly recommend them. And the first couple of books about Jane were OK — not the best — but certainly not the worst.
How long will you use Eve’s tragic past to propel a story? Bad Guy A claims he kidnapped Eve’s daughter, and Eve is caught up in his web of lies and deceit. Wow. Did not see that coming. Bad Guy B says he knew Bad Guy A and really knows what happened to Eve’s daughter. Eve goes after Bad Guy B. However, I am slightly tempted to read “Eve” that focuses on the beginning when her daughter disappeared. Tempted. But honestly, I’ll probably read the book synopsis on Wikipedia or something. That’s how much I don’t want to read the book but know what happens in the book — weird and confusing, I know.
And don’t even get me started with James Patterson. I love love love the first couple of books of the Women’s Murder Club — four strong and independent woman fighting crime in a man’s world. Awesome. Amazing. Not really groundbreaking, but the first couple of books were well written. I even flipped to the end chapters to find out what happened and why. But as the series continues, the books kind of suck. Sorry. I’m not going to lie or sugar coat the truth. After being really disappointed in “The 8th Confession,” I have no desire to read the next two books, which reminds me I should read the synopsis on Wikipedia.
I just hope that my books with recurring characters won’t suck as the series moves on. I also hope that my smart mind will yell at me to stop destroying the characters and leave them alone in peace (if my mind doesn’t then I’m sure some other people will).
Anyway, that’s my confession — I read the first few chapters of a murder mystery and then skip to the end to find out who the bad guy is. Impatience and curiosity are probably the main factors that contribute to this habit. Thanks for reading — I have to finish reading a book now.