I have recently finished a book and seen a movie that both have random ending. They just stopped. It did make the ending very poignant and it did make me think, but it also left a void. What happened? How did they live with the rest of their lives? How did they deal with the truth? It makes me very annoyed. But I have thought more about the books and movies that have had rather random endings and ultimately enjoyed them more, than the status quo. It is a more visceral reaction to the story and the characters when you feel that emptiness at the end, a loss. The book I read was about a First Nations community around where I grew up. You grow up thinking you understand something, I had First Nations friends, whom I considered at the time to be close. But the inner world that I was exposed to in the book was very different than the superficial coexistence I grew up in and yet the tragedies and face of the First Nations community the in the book were far too familiar. The random ending made me question my youth, my friendships and my understanding of my world. I consider this to be one of the better books I have read. I read another book recently about another community in Canada, a community I knew little or nothing about. The books are comparable in plot and characters. I wonder if I was someone who was familiar with that community if I would have had a similar reaction to that book. I am still reeling from the book and the questions it has provoked. Really good literature does this to you, makes you think, makes you reevaluate yourself. I hope everyone chooses to read good literature at least once, your mind, your soul and your heart need it.
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