Endings: Tie Them Up or Leave Them Hanging?

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I like endings in movies and novels to be left open a little for my own interpretation. I don't want to be left completely hanging where I have no idea where it's going, but maybe a little nudge in the right direction. Enough so I can envision where I think the character is headed.

Some people like to have the story wrapped neatly in a bow when it's over.

What do you like?

Comments

Kelly H-Y said…
I tend more to having things all tied up, unless leaving things hanging just a bit may lead to a sequel!
January 20, 2011 at 3:55 PM
Pat Tillett said…
these days, if the ending is left open or at a crossroads, there is sure to be a sequel, or two, or three...

I like an ending!
January 20, 2011 at 4:26 PM
Terra said…
Generally I prefer a clear ending. I have read a few books where the ending is so vague that it is not clear (who died?, who does the pronoun refer to?, etc.).
Of course, I also read many series, so they often end on a note of my wanting to read the next book, and that is fine.
January 20, 2011 at 5:14 PM
BK Mattingly said…
I like complete endings as far as plots go, but I want to get the idea that the characters will go on and do something else. I guess I would like the potential for another book, or at least the ability to keep daydreaming about that world. I don't like it when authors don't finish up plot lines.
January 20, 2011 at 5:31 PM
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