There’s nothing I love better than being baffled and vaguely annoyed.
It doesn’t matter if it’s a book, a movie, or a tv show–I love the feeling. Because it means I genuinly don’t know what’s going to happen next.
I expect many voracious readers have this problem. It’s not about being smart or quick–it’s just a result of consuming too many stories. After a while, you know how they’re going to go. You can spot a love interest a mile off, you can catch a murderer in the first act (not because of clues, but because of the structure of the narrative).
But when you don’t know, when you really don’t know what’s going to happen–that’s priceless. That’s what these books did to me.