You know, I read these books when I was young and I remember really loving them, but I couldn't have told you how they ended... and now I remember why. For some reason, nothing disturbs me more in the culmination of a story than the idea that the experiences the characters went through are slipping away from them. For good or ill, the adventure we shared together had some profound quality that sucked me into the story... but memories are the immortality that gives a story meaning. And for characters that don't remember, it might never have happened.

I have always had this issue. Even in a novel like Stephen King's IT, the idea that the characters were losing their memories of the events that brought them together and forged them into the people they were was profoundly unsatisfying, despite the psychological horrors that likely would have plagued them throughout their lives.

And yes, Susan's fate really did bother me...