So there I was. In my house. Standing in front of my bookcase that’s overflowing with books I’ve purchased but the majority of which I haven’t read. At that moment, I was trying to decide on a new book to read but was having difficulty choosing one (a chic lit) over the other (some classic novel). Then, out of nowhere, pops my baby brother (a grown 15 or 16-year-old) asking me if he could borrow my copy of Redwall since he read it as a child and wanted to read it again. At that instant, I realized that I, too, read Redwall as a child but for some reason I did not read the other books in the series. That made me curious. Even as a child, I always stuck to a book’s series until I read the last one. My decision was made. I would read Redwall and try to recall why I decided not to bother reading the rest of the series. With that decision made, I told my baby bro to take his butt down the road to the library, where I’m sure he would find a copy of the book.
I probably should have given Redwall to my bro instead. I tried my best and pushed through the pages but 221 was my limit. At page 221, I decided to close the book and move on to something else, something more exciting. I did not need to read past page 221 because the plot of the book was so predictable that I knew what would happen in the end: Matthias and his comrades will defeat Cluny and his hoard; it’s likely that no one on Matthias’ side will get killed but most, if not all, the key figures on Cluny’s side will die, which means only Cluny because he is the only key figure on his side.