And when you have a sequel, expectations come out with vengeance. Why?
I'll tell you.
Maybe you've heard of the book you're about to pick up. Maybe you haven't. But the cover's pretty, the summary sounds interesting, and there's money in your pocket. You buy it. You read it, no expectations. You grow with these characters. You decide which ones you like, which ones you hate, which one(s) become(s) your new fictional lover(s). You enjoy the action and setting. You put down the book.
That was a good book.
Post Book One
Now you have opinions. There are certain things characters did in the first book that made you love them. So now you expect those characters to do those same things. But in a different way/setting. You begin to formulate how this and that is going to happen in the sequel. Nancy and Ralph are going to become lovers. Merlin Prep will be taken over by a zombie apocalypse. Duffy will realize that she's in love with Ralph and that her favorite teacher was turned into a zombie. Duffy will become a zombie slayer.
|Wait, this sounds familiar....|
Duffy the zombie slayer.
It was nothing you expected. At all. And frankly you're a little bit peeved at the author. How dare he/she not think your ideas were wonderful? With every page you read, you begin to loath the text more and more. You finish it, admit that it wasn't all that bad, but not as good as the first you read impartially. Ultimate conclusion? You hate this book.
You know, unless you're that happy-go-lucky person who gives five stars to everything they read. Then your expectations were blown. Immensely.
But you're not them. You're still mumbling. Bemoaning.
"The trilogy better be better!" You say, not realizing your doing it again. Expecting...
And then the cycle repeats.