Thinking about never ending series reminded me of a discussion I had with some of the peeps at the LA bloggers and authors get together in November.

We were talking about LKH.  For the life of me I can’t remember why now, but no doubt it was something very weighty and serious to do with plot and character development.

*ahem*

Anyhoo, we inevitably played truth or dare about who had or hadn’t given up on the Anita Blake sexfest and also got to talking about LKH’s Merry Gentry series.

Me, I liked the Merry Gentry series.  It had a consistency to it I thought Anita Blake had well and truly lacked and resulted in my break up with it.

Having said that, I stopped reading Merry Gentry at book 7.

Why?  For the simple reason that, for me, the main story arc had ended with the thing which had stopped Merry from doing the other thing being done and dusted.

Finished. Completed. Kaput.

And then book 8 came out…

Me: WTF?!  WHY??????????  Nope.  This is over and I’m done with it.  The.  End.

So, have you ever done that with a series?  Decided it had ended to your readerly satisfaction before the author obviously thought it had?