I just caught myself rewatching the ending to the movie Dirty Dancing. Again. Please note that I do not own a copy of this movie and I never rewatch the entire thing. I’m not even sure I like the whole thing. Yet, somehow, I routinely manage to find a way to rewatch the last ten minutes or so of it whenever I run across it on the tube and it’s replayed an amazing number of times so that’s added up over the years.
I just love the ending of that movie, though. There’s something about the way that Patrick Swayze’s character comes back to dance with her one last time. See I don’t even know the names of the characters. Really that scene gets me every time. I sigh, grin and go on with my life.
This got me to thinking about endings in romances I might feel the same way about. I’m drawing a complete and total blank, though. Amazingly, I don’t believe I read/reread romances for the endings at all. Or rather just for the endings. It’s the whole package or nothing, apparently.
Oh, sure there are those old favorites that I’ve reread so many times that I don’t have to reread every single scene to get the emotional pleasure I got the first time. All that’s needed is to reread certain favorite scenes and the entire story sort of plays out in my head. Come on, you all know exactly what I mean.
I can’t seem to think of any romances where all it takes is rereading the ending and I’m happy. So, is this a good thing or a bad thing?
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