For my birthday last month I decided to treat myself to a few books that have been high on my wishlist for a while. Each of these books were sequels to novels that had really blown me away last year and I was excited to finally have an excuse to splurge a little on the sequels.
As soon as the books arrived in my mailbox I dived into the first one, eager to continue the story that I had so fully captivated me last year. But the magic of the previous book was somewhat dimmed in this second one, and I read it in a much less frenzied manner than I had read the previous book. Unfortunately, I encountered a similar experience with my second book purchase as well. The characters weren't as engaging nor the story as gripping as I recalled the previous book to be. While I had rushed through the first book in just two days, despite its hefty size, it's now been two weeks and I still haven't finished the sequel. And considering how disappointing my reading of these books has been going so far, I'm a bit wary about approaching the third book that I had purchased, in case that one will disappoint me as well.
I'm now wondering it this is always the case with sequels. I've been wracking my brain, trying to think of any sequels that actually met my expectations, when following on the heels of a really fantastic book, I just can't think of any. Actually, that's not quite true. I did enjoy Peter Brett's The Desert Spear as much as I had enjoyed his previous book, The Warded Man, if not more, but this is the only example I can come up with. Even Brandon Sanderson let me down with his equal to Mistborn, which I didn't even finish. And while I love Jasper Ffodes' Thursday Next series, I found the squeal to The Eyre Affair to be a bit of a bore (I am glad that I didn't give up on the series though, because it redeemed itself fully in the following books)
Does anyone else have this experience with book sequels? Do you ever not read the sequel to a favorite book for fear of it falling short of your high expectations?