I just finished reading a novel, the first in a series.
The first chapter grabbed me, but by the second or third, some of the scenes began to irritate. They were unrealistic at portraying real-life situations. Likewise, some of the dialogue didn’t work too well for me either. It was artificial, contrived. I certainly could have done better.
Yet the plot was intriguing, so I kept reading.
About midway through, some foreshadowing suggested an implausible ending. Surely, this was a ruse. I imagined two other scenarios I deemed more satisfying. Yet, further foreshadowing pointed towards a conclusion I didn’t want. As I raced towards the finish line, the improbable ending unfolded just as I feared. The book left me unsatisfied. I was irked, bordering on mad.
And I can’t wait to read the second book.
What? Why would I want to read another book in a series when the writing of the first one frustrated me? Quite simply I’ll read more because the author did a wonderful job creating characters I care about. I want to see how their stories unfold. I hope to see them continue to grow as individuals and realize the potential I see for them.
Yes, the writing could have been better, and some readers would not tolerate it. But for light entertainment it was good enough for me; the book was a success.
As writers, we need to make our books as good as we possibly can, while at the same time not becoming paralyzed by the pursuit of perfection – because there’s always something we can improve.
A book can succeed without being perfect.