I read this last night. I was ready - wine in hand, tissues close by. I was ready for the pound of flesh, the weeping and gnashing of teeth that I was most certainly going to face. With a deep breath and a thudding heart, I opened up the last chapter and started reading.
My initial reaction was "Oh HELL no - she did not just take the easy way out". Then I read it again. Same reaction. I felt...bereft. Even...cheated. I had invested all this time, tears and energy to have it end THIS way? This ending was too pat, too happy, even though it resulted in Josef's death. His death was not the one I was expecting - where was my weeping and teeth-gnashing? The pound of flesh offered was not the one I wanted on the altar.
So - I went back to the beginning. Read from Chapter 1 all the way through to the end - put the tissues and the wine to good use. And when I got to the ending, it all made sense. It FIT.
It was perfect.
In making the choice he did, Josef did indeed win. So did Mick, so did Beth - and so did everyone under Josef's influence. There can be no bargain without sacrifice and Josef's was the ultimate - his life for the life of those of his friends. His life for love - his love for Mick, for Beth...and their love for him. Even in death, Josef is completely in control.
He accomplished three things: he got the Legion out of his city, he forced Mick to grow up, reassess and realize this was his chance at living his life, and he gave Beth a glimpse at the darker side of being vampire. Irrevocably changed and not necessarily for the worse.
You know...there are writers that are damn good, but their hubris gets in the way of the work. There are writers that tell a good story and sweep us from reality for a brief moment. There are writers that aren't good, but think they are. Then there's the talented few who stand head and shoulders above the rest, ones who make us think, make us weep, and make us sigh.
Consider yourself part of that elite group, my friend. Should you ever decide to quit your day job and pursue writing professionally, I will be the first in line to buy the book.
If I had a glass in my hand at the moment, rest assured I'd be saluting you. Brava.
