I’ve finished the entire series from Inspector Morse. I couldn’t be more happy, yet I am broken over it. I felt in love with two characters and their relationship, and it broke me to tears when it came to an end.
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I’ve promised myself that I will try new things. I know that sounds cliche, but it’s nothing wrong in making a small promise to yourself. After all, new things could mean anything. In my case, “new things” is a general term I use for small but meaningful projects. One of those projects is my reading challenge.
Ever since I’ve joined Goodreads, I’ve set up a yearly reading challenge. Each year, I failed this said challenge. In my case, the challenge itself it’s not for completion but to keep track of what I’ve read each year. So far, detective books have been the number one genre in my lists. I’ve read a lot of books by Agatha Christie and Georges Simenon.
I love those two authors to bits. I love their stories even more!
Yet, there were times when I just couldn’t bring myself to read anything that was written by them. But I wanted to read something. That’s when I realized, even in reading I stay in my comfort zone.
This is where the new things term comes in. I want to read new books from authors I’ve never heard of. This is how I came upon reading all the 13 books of Inspector Morse. Technically, the series was not that new to me. I’ve seen the TV show a year ago, and it’s still a detective series.
Yet, Detective Chief Inspector Endeavour Morse couldn’t be more different from Hercule Poirot. In fact, it was not Morse that I loved most from the books. It was his friendship with Lewis, his sergeant. When Lewis hatted Morse, I hatted Morse. When Lewis had problems understanding the moods of Morse, I hatted Morse. When Lewis cried for Morse, I cried for Lewis.
While Morse was the calculated brain of the series, making everything interesting and keeping you on your toes, it was Lewis who kept things real. I loved Lewis for being human. I loved how things evolved between them.
Colin Dexter was brilliant writing the Inspector Morse series.
It took me a month to get over the fact that I finished all the books. It took me even longer than that to be able to enjoy reading anything else. I guess, leaving your comfort zone isn’t such a bad thing. Hopefully, I will start reading other genres and fall in love with other characters, as I did with Morse and Lewis.
Inspector Morse just got in my top 5 series.
