My mother stumbled upon this young adult series called The Rule of 3 by Eric Walters. It’s an apocalyptic story beginning with a global electrical and digital blackout. I read the first book last year. It was good and really action packed. It had me on edge, and while it’s a gripping tale, it’s hard to read at times. It gives a very realistic portrayal of how evil and terrible people can be when civilization’s modern conveniences cease to exist.
Thus, while I liked the first book, I took my sweet time getting to the second book. A few weeks ago, I felt up to the challenge and dove in to the second. Both characteristics of the first book: action and the cruelty of people were ever present and in many ways were amplified.
I tore through it, but I knew that I would need another break before taking on the final book. Then the ending happened.
Just as a heads up, this is sort of spoiler part. I won’t name names, but someone dies. I couldn’t believe it. Or rather I didn’t want to believe it. But it was one of those maybe he didn’t die deaths, the only way to find out is to read the next book.
However, I wasn’t ready to read the next book. I had finished the second book at work. I was upset to be left on a cliff. When I got home that night, I committed one of the ultimate sins.
I had to know. I flipped it open and saw [character name] said. I leapt for joy. I don’t know how death was cheated, so I have that to look forward to, and to see if everybody including that character survives all the way through to the end.
I know there will be people that judge me for looking. I’m pretty sure my husband did, but on this particular event I’m taking the Harry Burns attitude from When Harry Met Sally. He reads the end in all the books first just in case he dies before he finishes it.
So that’s my excuse. I can happily go about my life until I’m ready to take on the final phase of this series knowing a bit of happy news.
Okay, admit it how many of you have done this?