Guys, I have a problem. I get too attached. Not in real life (…god no. Never in real life) but to the make believe. Somehow I cannot help but get too attached to fictional characters. Too obsessed with fictional worlds. Too involved in fictional lives.
I can’t be the only one this happens to, right? Of course not…I’ve been on Tumblr. Us fangirls & fanboys (people of the fandoms) are infamous for our obsessive, “I’ll never let go” grips. And I am no different…however, I’m not referring to how many hours a week I spend looking at Clintasha posts on Tumblr. Not talking about how often I still muse about Harry Potter’s future, despite it being 7 years since the last book came out. Not focusing on how I almost lost it when Tessa lost Will.
I am referring to my attachment to random characters in singular books that do not have any particular following. Not to say these books aren’t excellent works of fiction but without sequels and movies and all of the other hype, why am I still left feeling so hollow not knowing about their futures?
For example, I just finished reading Rainbow Rowell’s Landline. I adore Rowell’s books. Despite being love stories at their base, I don’t find them cheesey or overly-romanticized. Instead they are heartfelt accounts of slightly dumpy or awkward or weird (aka totally real & relatable) characters and their attempts to have real, meaningful (and far from perfect) relationships. I don’t want to spoil it if you haven’t read Landline yet but the main idea is that the protagonist, Georgie, has to stay home to work over Christmas while her husband, Neal, & their 2 kids go to his mother’s house. While alone, Georgie starts to question the status of her & Neal’s relationship, especially when she finds a phone that allows her to talk to Neal’s teenage self (15 years prior). Slightly supernatural plot aside, after 308 pages of character development I am not satisfied with the ending. It’s not that I’m upset with way she wrapped things up…this isn’t The Infernal Devices where both main ships magically got their way (other than the Jem+Will shippers that is). *Insert eye roll here.* Or even that it wasn’t fully finished. Rowell is known to leave things a bit open-ended (if you’ve read Eleanor & Park, you know what I mean!) but this story actually wraps up quite nicely. My problem is the same problem I have with every story ever: I just want to know more! What does Georgie do about Seth? And work? What happens with Passing Time? And Jeff’ed Up? Does Scott find love? How does Heather’s relationship work out? What does Alice grow up to be? And Noomi? Do people keep calling her that nickname her whole life? I’m always left with so many question, many of which are way past the scope of the book…like way past…Alice & Noomi are 7 and 4 in the book, I think, and there is no talk about their futures or Scott’s love life.
I guess this is why I usually throw myself into fandoms. I can continue to follow the lives of Clint Barton & Natasha Romanoff in Avengers movies, Marvel cartoons, Black Widow/Hawkeye comics, etc. Harry Potter fan fiction is endless. And even though The Infernal Device, and even The Mortal Instrument books, are finished, you can still find fangirls online who will discuss the series ad nauseum with you. It never ends. But it does end. All I want are the Starks back. And a book series about the Potter children. And for every book to be part of a trilogy (Minimum!). And… And… And…
Basically, I have a problem. One I might not be able to solve without stopping reading…so we can all assume it will never be remidied because that is not happening.
Good luck fellow readers and keep dreaming of fictional futures!
Love & Luck,
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