Has the ending of a book ever just made you wanna scream, cry, destroy sandcastles, or hoard Neapolitan ice cream sandwiches in your room and never come out again? You’ll never get those 7 hours back! Why did you think it was a good idea to read this book? How did it ever end up on bookshelves in the first place? HOWWWW?
Hyperbole aside, I think most of us have read at least one book whose ending left us wanting, wondering, frustrated, confused, or otherwise unsatisfied. However, I am of the opinion that most unsatisfactory experiences can be learned from, and an unsatisfactory novel ending is no exception. That said:
Have you ever read a book whose ending left you unsatisfied? What made it unsatisfactory– and if the pen were in your hands, what might you have done differently? (Please note this is asked in the spirit of readers and writers thoughtfully critiquing and coming away with something– not to book bash unnecessarily.)