Have you ever been in this situation?
You get a book from the library, a nice fat book, in a genre you don’t normally read, but the premise is intriguing.
You start reading it one evening and it hooks you so much you read for four hours. You read it in snatches over the next couple of days.
Then, around page 367, you get it. Everything clicks into place and you know how it’s going to end. The story’s a train on tracks, and you know exactly where it’s headed.
Trouble is, you’re still 200 pages from the end. And now that you know how it all turns out, you have no desire to read the rest. You realize you didn’t want to spend any time with the characters. All you wanted was to solve the mystery.
And now that you have, you peek ahead to confirm (yep, am right) and you’re done with the book.
It was such a fun read until I hit that point.