And she is the queen of hook endings. You know, chapter endings like, "This was his last chance to make it home. It was now or never. He gathered his courage and stepped through the gate. He made it through, but he certainly hadn't anticipated the scene before him" (my words, not Kurland's). What? What did he see? Was it good or bad? Don't leave me hanging. And so, I find myself reading the next chapter, only to discover she does the same thing at the end of that chapter. Four hours later, I've finished the book. Oops!
That's just how I'm wired. I like to know what's next. I'm motivated by anticipation. I can't stand to stop in the middle of a story. And because of that, I wonder why so often in my life's story I'm so ready to throw in the towel. "Nope, it's too hard. This just isn't what I expected, and I don't know how to deal with it. I quit. I'm done!"
What's the matter with me? I've read enough books to know that the darkest circumstances precede the best part of the story. When everything looks hopeless, I know that the story is about to get really good. Things are just getting interesting. Problems are the elements that make a great story. I can't stop now in the midst of the storm. I have to keep going. I have to see how things turn out. I need to find out how the characters overcome what appears to be a hopeless situation. I want to be awed by the Hero who sweeps in and saves the day. No, I can't stop now, and neither can you. Our happily ever after is just around the corner.
And fortunately for me, no time travel is involved!