I really like beginnings. I love cracking open a cover and reading the first couple of pages of a book. It's all new, all fresh, it's the first steps of an adventure. But then...After a bit, after a few chapters...It's not new any longer.
I know the main character reasonably well (what they want, or what they're hiding) and their friends and where they live, and how their family life is. I've gotten a feel for their humor (or lack of, which for me, always stinks) and how they interact with others.
I have SO many books on my shelves right now that I start, get a few chapters in, and then discard. And it's not that they're not good. They are good! They have intriguing characters and setting and an interesting plot. But when I go to pick it up again, I see that other book out of the corner of my eye, waving charmingly at me. Saying, "Pick me up! Read my beginning! There might be cookies, or a super sarcastic main character! Or sentient spaceships, or dragons. Maybe dragons eating cookies...?"
I have an addiction to beginnings apparently. I guess I should just be glad it's not endings?
So tell me, please, am I the only one who has a fascination with beginnings?