“Everything has to come to an end, sometime.”
― L. Frank Baum
Last week I finished two books with sad endings.
Life, death and love at 16
A teen and her bucket list
And both left me with not only a pile of tissues, but wondering about the impact of endings.
Is one better than the other?
They all can work, but what really impresses me in a story is resilience. Just like in real life, the measure of our end is defined by the life that leads to it, and a good ending resonates that strength in some way.
The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.
A good book is strong at the broken parts.
“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.”
~ Gilda Radner
But still I have to admit, after reading two strong but sad stories, I was desperately in need of a cupcake plot with a mile high meringue ending.
Because that can be good too.
What are your thoughts on endings?