Three-quarters through a critically-acclaimed young adult novel, a book that had completely taken over the spare minutes of my life for two days, I stopped reading. I not only stopped reading, I chucked the book to the other end of the couch. I even stuffed it back onto the shelf for a while. Suddenly, I hated that great book.
Why?
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Promise, I won't kill any dogs.
ReplyDeleteAnd when I found out the dog dies at the end of the book/movie Marley and Me, I refused to read or watch it.
I have killed off a main character before. Made half my readers cry. I felt bad about that.
I don't like seeing any movie where an animal is going to die. In fact, in movies like Bravehart, I care more about the horses than I do about the people dying on every side.
ReplyDeleteOne of the funniest quotes I ever heard about reading was when a kid was being urged by an adult to read a book with both a sticker and a dog on the cover. He said, "This book won an award. That means the dog dies. I'm not reading it." Really, I would not kill the dog for that reason. Readers hate it.
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