
A few years ago, when I'd visit middle schools to booktalk to the kids, one of the things they complained about was J K Rowling, specifically "Why does it take so long for the next Harry Potter book to come out??!" I'd smile that wise, irritating smile and tell them how much fun anticipation is, and they'd be telling their children some day about how they'd be so eager for the next HP saga to arrive. "When I was your age", I'd say (and they'd roll their eyes), "we couldn't wait for the next Beatles album to come out. It's not like today when you can walk into Best Buy and buy them all at once."
Well now it's my turn, and it really is no fun. I finished the latest Lee Child (Jack Reacher) novel, and I won't spoil the ending --- but it's his first cliffhanger. The next book deosn't come out until October! How can I wait that long?
And don't get me started on "The Girl Who Played With Fire" -- I'm going crazy waiting to get my hands on the sequel "The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest". But as much as I complain, I remember what I told the school kids: "Isn't it great to be this excited about reading?"