

Unfortunately, a trusted friend pitched this King book to me with too much hype, leaving it with quite a hurdle to climb. Not only is it very dull, not very subtle with it’s thematic layering, and full of characters I did not care for, it committed a capital sin of art: it was boring. Life is mundane and repetitive and grief really tethers to us like an immovable black hole of an anchor type beat. On the plus side, Stephen King didn’t write the n-word this time…
…but he did kill another dog though.
Unfortunately, a trusted friend pitched this King book to me with too much hype, leaving it with quite a hurdle to climb. Not only is it very dull, not very subtle with it’s thematic layering, and full of characters I did not care for, it committed a capital sin of art: it was boring. Life is mundane and repetitive and grief really tethers to us like an immovable black hole of an anchor type beat. On the plus side, Stephen King didn’t write the n-word this time…
…but he did kill another dog though.