I just finished reading The Thief Lord by Cornelia Funke.
This book grabs you and hurtles you straight into the heart of Venice, and though I never before had any desire to visit Italy, I now want very much to go. The ending is a little too tidy and hard to believe, which is why it didn’t get an A+.
Why so many failed endings, I wonder? Could it be that authors work so hard to draw the reader in at the beginning, and struggle so hard over the middle (which I have always found the hardest part to write), that they’re worn out by the end?