I am not devastated.
Season 8 of MI5 just ended. Nuclear war between India and Pakistan was averted.
The team, however, did not come out unscathed. Something bad happened to one of the characters.
This time last year, I would have been in tears. But I’m calm. I have discovered the way to peaceful acceptance of the demands of the script:
When I discovered Wikipedia carries a plot summary of each season of the series, I read to the very end. I knew how X would leave the show, and then Y, and now Z.
And I’m okay. I’ve had time to reconcile myself to loss. It’s easier this way.
That’s only for television.
About books, I’m more particular.
A couple of months ago, I started a novel but couldn’t get into it. I passed it to Friend #1, who read it, said she loved it, and passed it to Friend #2.
Last week, at a Proxy Valentine dinner, Friend #2 returned the book. Handing it to me, she said, “I loved it. All but the way it ended…I didn’t want the little girl to die.”
I refrained from fainting dead away and falling into the chicken korma.
I assured Friend #2 she hadn’t spoiled the book for me. It’s quirky. I knew anything could happen.
And it might be best this way. This time. For this book.
But I see no trend developing.
When Wikipedia adds Season 9, I’ll read ahead.
Otherwise, the book report rule stands: Don’t tell me how it ends.