I've always found the ending of 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland' to be strangely abrupt and kinda unsettling. Alice grows to her full size during the trial over the stolen tarts and just... shouts at everyone, telling them they're nothing but a pack of cards. Then the whole courtroom rises up and flies at her.
She wakes up on the riverbank with her head in her sister's lap, the leaves from the trees falling on her face. It's all been a dream. Her sister then has a little daydream of her own about Alice as a grown woman telling these stories to children. The book closes on that peaceful, nostalgic note, but part of me feels cheated. After all that madness, to just say 'it was a dream' feels like a cop-out, even for a children's book from that era. It leaves the Wonderland characters feeling insubstantial, which I guess is the point, but it also makes their threats and the Queen's 'Off with her head!' orders feel weightless in retrospect.
I still love the journey, but the destination always leaves me a bit cold.