In line with the other threads going on here, I'd like to start off with two books which had utterly unsatisfactory endings, which made me conclude for a while that men just can't end books.
Louis de Berniere's Captain Corelli's Mandolin, and
Salman Rushdie's Midnight's Children.
Anyone else harbouring bitterness at the injustice of it all?
Louis de Berniere's Captain Corelli's Mandolin, and
Salman Rushdie's Midnight's Children.
Anyone else harbouring bitterness at the injustice of it all?