I love your books. You are a great writer, and you have a book coming out soon. It’s part of a series I love.
Except … I’m not going to read it.
I know. I know. But you kill off too many of my favourite characters.
You even admit that you do it to wring emotion out of your readers.
But I’m over it. The last three books of yours I haven’t enjoyed. Instead of reading the story, I’ve been waiting for someone to die. Last book, I read the end first, to find out who you killed off this time. If the two characters you killed had been favourites of mine, I wouldn’t have read the book.
I know people die in real life, but books aren’t real life, and I read to escape, not get dragged through the emotional wringer every single time.
I know we’ve killed characters in our own books. But mostly we kill them early, and you don’t get to love them for a hundred thousand words—or in your case, over several hundred thousand words—before we bump them off.
Besides, I don’t mind the occasional death. Well, I do, but I accept that’s fictional life. And I cry buckets when it happens. But you create big books with ensemble casts, who I grow to love over the series (those who survive the first couple of books, anyway). Then you kill them off, one (or more) in each book. If you didn’t keep adding new people, you’d have run out of characters by now.
So I wish you all the best for the new release. But I’ll be over here in the other corner, reading a book that takes me away from the crazy world we live in for a while. Something that makes me feel better after I’ve finished. Not worse.
p.s. Did you know there’s a WikiHow article on getting over the death of a fictional character?