Sometimes if I'm worried about a character in a book, I will skip to the end to make sure they're still alive. If not, I decide whether or not to keep reading.
With books and films, I like a happy ending, no matter how implausible.
I don't want to be pulled down. I rarely want to be made to cry, even though one of my favorite movies is still The English Patient - definitely lacking a happy ending. But for the most part, I want it all to work out OK. I want children to grow and flourish. I want lovers to head off into the sunset holding hands.
My view is, reality is often rough. I want my entertainment soft and happy.
And yet it is just recently, with Frozen, which we have now watched an embarrassing number of times, that I realized the following about myself: I suspend disbelief in one hot second.
I get easily immersed in stories. You hook me with a
character and I am yours and you can basically take me anywhere.
So I was watching Frozen, and there's Princess Anna, who has been so lonely and isolated for so long, and then she bumps into Prince Hans (who we now refer to as the Lying Liar Who Lies) and they're smitten with each other. I mean, they finish each other's sandwiches!
And I was all, "Wow! What are the odds?!"