I binged the entire Cursed Harper series last month, and the ending left me with this weird, hollow feeling I can't shake. It's not that it was technically unsatisfying—the major plot threats are resolved, the fates of the main characters are clear, and there’s a definitive finality to it. But it felt so... abrupt. After all that slow-burn political intrigue and the deep lore about the curse’s origins, the climax wraps up in a flurry that almost feels like a checklist.
The characters I’d spent three books with just sort of reached their assigned destinations. I didn't get the sense of them choosing their final paths so much as the narrative gently shoving them onto the right platform. It’s a competent ending, sure, but it lacks the emotional resonance of the middle books. I keep thinking about the second book's ending, which was devastating and perfect, and this just doesn’t hit that same peak. It’s like the difference between a home-cooked meal and a microwaved one—technically the same ingredients, but the soul is missing.