Days of Story Telling

Story telling is the most important tradition that one can keep (or at least it is my belief that this is so). Oral or written makes no difference. I value stories of all kinds whether it be getting lost in the fantastical world, fighting in the trenches of a hopeless battle field, solving the most complex clue to bring a murderer to justice, or following the process of making the most important decision made in life. It doesn’t matter if it is as true as light or as false as my grandma’s teeth, stories pull at my spirit and I find myself trapped inside only to be released when every page and every sentence has been devoured by my eyes, or when my ears have heard the last syllable. This weekend I began a story that bothered me when I reached the end. It was a story adapted to film. Normally I don’t watch them until after I read the book so I know what I have gotten myself in to. Not this time though. 4 disks later and I can’t sleep because it seems as though they forgot to include the last episode. Or was that really the end? I do not know because I did not read the book. If I had the book I would read the last chapter, but I do not have it. This explains why I can’t sleep. I like books that let you decide the ending. Like the Louis Lowries’ “The Giver”. This one however was completely cruel if they ended it in such a way. You cannot base the entire series on something like that only to leave the watcher thinking you forgot to finish. You have to end it in a way that allows the reader to find the ending on their own accord, but you have to leave them in a sensible place to do so. It just isn’t good writing. I shouldn’t have expected the writers to do so since they made the whole series somewhat silly, but I will be a better judge once I have read the book. I hope it isn’t a waste like these past two days have been.