At Book Riot: MY SECRET SHAME: I CAN’T FINISH SERIES
I can count on one hand the number of series I’ve actually finished, and it was either because I binge-read them all, or they were so compelling that I bought them as they were released instead of waiting for the entire series to hit shelves.
Every time I start a new series, I do so with eagerness: I’ll finish this one, I tell myself, this one is different. This one is awesome.
But they’re all awesome (if they’re not, it’s a good bet they’ve been DNFed and given away within a 48-hour time span). This time, it’s me, not them.
Does that strike you all as a weird phenomenon?
I am so not this way. I am the person who will start a murder mystery series with book two because I found a used copy, back up and read book one, and then go on and read sixteen more books in the series one after the other without a break.
It’s the same as with an author’s backlist. If I fall in love with a new-to-me author, I will quite cheerfully read everything they ever wrote, one after another, until I’m out. (Then I will weep desolately and hope they write fast.)
I find it enormously difficult to stop in the middle of a series, which is why I often wait till a series is complete before reading it. Like with The Thousand Names, where I read the first one and then collected the remaining four as they came out, and read them all this spring when the series was finally completed. That’s how it works for me.
If I stop partway through a series, then I will give the first book or so away, because for whatever reason that series just isn’t working for me.
So, yep, can’t really quite wrap my mind around this can’t-finish-series problem.