I was never any good at stories with suspense twists and turns and endings. You know the type, narrative jumping to and fro, keeping you on Tenterhooks, of that ilk. I always had to know how things ended. That was (and still is) the only way I could keep on reading a book peacefully. Even if I somehow I persuade myself to start reading a book whose ending I don’t know outright (read haven’t read on Wikipedia), somewhere in between the suspense gets so bad, my stomach starts to hurt (faux emotions manifesting in physical reactions, there’s a clinical study somewhere there) and I absolutely have to go to the end of the book to see what happens.
This weirdness has branched out into some other questionable behaviours over the years. The same intolerance to suspense also applies to movies and TV series. No matter how ardently I had been looking forward to watching a certain episode of a certain series (prime example being your favourite and mine, Game of Thrones. Although the last episode of season 7 has left me slightly disgusted with the show runners. Nope, not the incest, after 7 seasons I’m pretty much immune to that, it’s the whole Rhaegar-Lyanna secret wedding and Aegon-Aegon confusion that has me riled), I always read the recap online before actually watching the episode. And of course, this means that I inadvertently spill the beans on the epic happenings in the series/episode to other people who were waiting to watch the episode and who actually care very much about the suspense factor.
Another quirk with endings that I have is that I don’t like stories or novels in which they leave you hanging. Like Gone with the Wind. I couldn’t rest until I found the sequel contracted by Margaret Mitchell’s estate (Scarlett by Alexandra Ripley), written by another author in a completely different setting which changed the baseline of all the main characters and read it to see that everything is all right in the end. Rhett does come back to Scarlett and they have another child and they live happily ever after. I think I read both books about four years apart, this was before Amazon I think, or at least before it became the phenomenon it is now. I searched far and wide, in book stores in four different cities until I finally found it in the one around the corner from my University. What can I say, I like the endings of books tied up neatly in a bow so I don’t have to wonder.