I have a favorite book. I'm not telling any of you what it is. No, it's not "Dune" or "Lord of the Rings" or anything like that. But it's a novel, and it's as much a sci-fi novel as it is anything.
I've owned two copies of this book in my life. The first was a totally unremarkable paperback that I picked up on impulse when I was in my late teens or early twenties, something like that. I had no expectations, and I read the book, and I absolutely fell in love with it. Everything about it, the characters, the arc, the whole damn thing, I just adored it. The end made me cry, for god's sake.
That paperback's long gone, but the copy I have now is a hardcover. I got it at a used book store, serendipitously. It cost me $2.99. I know, cause the price tag is still on the cover. It's not ancient or anything; I think it was printed in the early 90s. But it has this smell.
I've probably read that book — that actual physical copy, I mean — thirty times over the years. It's to the point where I can pick it up, flip to a random page and just sink right into it.
It means a lot to me, that book. It sounds kinda dumb, I guess, but there it is.
The author wrote a sort-of sequel, some years later. Not a direct continuation of the story, but a sort of intersecting story. Some of the same themes are there, and the protagonist of the first book appears as a character in the second. And it's good, but … it's just not the same. I like it, I've got a copy, but it's not on the same level.
The author's been threatening to complete the trilogy for years. I kinda hope he doesn't. Not because I don't want to read it; I'll read anything the guy writes. The last novel he published was really pretty crappy by his standards, but it was still a fun read, well above par for science fiction these days. But I kinda don't want to read a third book in this particular series, 'cause in a way I don't want that one character from my favorite novel to show up again. The arc he/she went through — it's complicated — in the first book was so perfect, and resonated so deeply with me, that nothing else is necessary, and nothing else could possibly live up.
If that much-promised, and even titled, novel materializes, I'm gonna read it. Because how could I not. But at the same time, I can't really imagine how it could end well for me. So the best-case scenario is that maybe this third book will never be written, and I'll never have to read it, and I'll never be disappointed by it.
If that sounds like a stupid amount of thought to put into a damn book, it is. And if it sounds like an irrational emotional investment in a freakin' novel, yeah, it's that too.
But it's how I feel.
What I'm sayin' here, Brian, is that I feel you.