The Daily Post asked “Do you like surprises?”. Yes, I realise that I’m a couple of days behind but that was the first one I noticed so I’m going from there. Also, please forgive me for not linking – this stupid computer refreshes my screen to a blank ‘Add New Post’ screen every time I try and put the link in.
The answer is equivocal.
As a reader, or a watcher of television, HELL YES! I love surprises. When you’ve read and watched as much as I have, very few things come as a surprise anymore. I find that I’m almost always correct in predicting twists, plot points that will become relevant, who the killer is in mysteries…
I can’t decide whether it’s because I’m rather clever, whether it’s due to constant reuse and recycling of tropes that obviously are surprising if you’re not a large consumer, or just plain lazy writing. Of course, I prefer to believe that I’m super clever, but the reality is I think it’s the other options that are true. So when a book, TV show or movie actually manages to surprise me, I get giddy and excited. I love being shocked and stunned.
On the other hand, in my personal life, no thanks. I’ll leave the surprises to someone else, I’m way too much of a control freak.