
I read this in 2022 and even though the specifics have faded, the memory of that ending still irritates me. I went into this expecting a haunting, but the "unreliable narrator" reveal was just awful.
The twist that he wasn't being haunted but was doing it all himself out of grief felt like such a lame, tired trope. Then you throw in him finding the killer, the killer's wife finding him, and him meeting the wife’s ghost... it just fell apart. When a book spends the whole time building up a supernatural mystery only to pull the rug out and say, "Actually, he’s just grieving and acting crazy," it feels like a cheap way to resolve a story. It’s a rare 1-star for me, mostly because the payoff was so unsatisfying it made the entire journey feel like a waste of time.
I read this in 2022 and even though the specifics have faded, the memory of that ending still irritates me. I went into this expecting a haunting, but the "unreliable narrator" reveal was just awful.
The twist that he wasn't being haunted but was doing it all himself out of grief felt like such a lame, tired trope. Then you throw in him finding the killer, the killer's wife finding him, and him meeting the wife’s ghost... it just fell apart. When a book spends the whole time building up a supernatural mystery only to pull the rug out and say, "Actually, he’s just grieving and acting crazy," it feels like a cheap way to resolve a story. It’s a rare 1-star for me, mostly because the payoff was so unsatisfying it made the entire journey feel like a waste of time.

This one hurts because I love Game of Thrones. I’m all in on this world - the books, the shows, give me a spinoff for every day of the week and I'll watch it. But A Dance with Dragons is where George R.R. Martin’s insanely descriptive writing finally caught up to me and killed the momentum.
I just. wanted. something. to. happen.
Instead, I’d find myself reading three pages about the specific leather-working on Brienne of Tarth’s saddle or some other minor detail that didn't move the needle. I appreciate the world-building, but at a certain point, the "flavor" starts to drown out the actual plot. I still love the lore, but I realized I’d rather wait for a summary than slog through another hundred pages of stationary travelogue.
This one hurts because I love Game of Thrones. I’m all in on this world - the books, the shows, give me a spinoff for every day of the week and I'll watch it. But A Dance with Dragons is where George R.R. Martin’s insanely descriptive writing finally caught up to me and killed the momentum.
I just. wanted. something. to. happen.
Instead, I’d find myself reading three pages about the specific leather-working on Brienne of Tarth’s saddle or some other minor detail that didn't move the needle. I appreciate the world-building, but at a certain point, the "flavor" starts to drown out the actual plot. I still love the lore, but I realized I’d rather wait for a summary than slog through another hundred pages of stationary travelogue.

I really tried with this one, over a period of MONTHS, but it just went on and on for me. I love hard sci-fi - Seveneves is one of my absolute favorites - so I’m usually fine with technical density, but here the world-building just completely buried the story.
Neither the characters nor the plot ever really hooked me. I kept waiting for that moment where I’d finally start caring about what happened to these people, but it never came. Eventually, I realized I was just forcing myself to turn pages. It just felt dry in a way that Seveneves didn't.
I really tried with this one, over a period of MONTHS, but it just went on and on for me. I love hard sci-fi - Seveneves is one of my absolute favorites - so I’m usually fine with technical density, but here the world-building just completely buried the story.
Neither the characters nor the plot ever really hooked me. I kept waiting for that moment where I’d finally start caring about what happened to these people, but it never came. Eventually, I realized I was just forcing myself to turn pages. It just felt dry in a way that Seveneves didn't.

I’ll be blunt: I thought this book was terrible. I know it has a massive following and I know I’m probably not the target audience, but I couldn't get past how performative the whole thing felt.
The biggest hurdle for me was the audiobook. The narrator for the male lead was so incredibly cheesy. You know the "men writing women" trope? This felt like that - a male narrator giving Z the voice he thinks women want to hear. Maybe some do, but it just felt forced to me.
Even the "spicy" elements didn't land. The CNC aspect is a totally valid kink, but here it felt like it was just being used for shock value or performance rather than being a real part of the characters. I suspect people actually in the BDSM community would find this pretty eye-rolling. It wasn't for me, the voice wasn't for me, and I’m happy to leave this one unfinished.
I’ll be blunt: I thought this book was terrible. I know it has a massive following and I know I’m probably not the target audience, but I couldn't get past how performative the whole thing felt.
The biggest hurdle for me was the audiobook. The narrator for the male lead was so incredibly cheesy. You know the "men writing women" trope? This felt like that - a male narrator giving Z the voice he thinks women want to hear. Maybe some do, but it just felt forced to me.
Even the "spicy" elements didn't land. The CNC aspect is a totally valid kink, but here it felt like it was just being used for shock value or performance rather than being a real part of the characters. I suspect people actually in the BDSM community would find this pretty eye-rolling. It wasn't for me, the voice wasn't for me, and I’m happy to leave this one unfinished.

A man of noble birth finds his calling, but he’s always a moment too late. He couldn't save his mother, his father, or the boy. By the end, you’re left wondering if he’ll even be able to save himself. Roland is a tragic figure, but his coming-of-age story was a huge highlight for me and gave the character some much-needed weight.
I read this while on a business trip in Texas, and the context was perfect. Reading that opening scene in the saloon while being out in that heat made the atmosphere feel incredibly real. It’s a strange, sparse book - very different from King’s "doorstoppers" - but it’s effectively haunting in its own way. It’s not a perfect journey, but it’s clearly the start to something much more meaningful.
A man of noble birth finds his calling, but he’s always a moment too late. He couldn't save his mother, his father, or the boy. By the end, you’re left wondering if he’ll even be able to save himself. Roland is a tragic figure, but his coming-of-age story was a huge highlight for me and gave the character some much-needed weight.
I read this while on a business trip in Texas, and the context was perfect. Reading that opening scene in the saloon while being out in that heat made the atmosphere feel incredibly real. It’s a strange, sparse book - very different from King’s "doorstoppers" - but it’s effectively haunting in its own way. It’s not a perfect journey, but it’s clearly the start to something much more meaningful.

I’m a Beatles completionist - records on vinyl, books on preorder, probably forever. It’s a way for me to feel closer to my father. At this point, I’m never sure if there’s anything new left to say about any of them, but this book managed to find some fresh ground.
The format was the big winner here. It’s told through a lot of different speakers, and while Paul himself wasn't a narrator on the audiobook, having Mary and Stella McCartney involved made it feel much more intimate. I also kept the hardcover nearby, which was worth it for the photographs alone. I especially loved the insight into the creative journey with Linda during those early, pre-Wings sessions, specifically Ram.
My only real gripe is the unnecessary girth of the book. A massive chunk of the back (just over 100 pages) is just a list of every show they played and specific recording details - most of which had already been covered in the text itself. It felt like it was added just to bulk out the page count, and it makes for a very clunky experience, especially when you're listening to the audio. It’s a solid 4-star read, but it could have been a lot tighter without the repetitive data dump at the end.
I’m a Beatles completionist - records on vinyl, books on preorder, probably forever. It’s a way for me to feel closer to my father. At this point, I’m never sure if there’s anything new left to say about any of them, but this book managed to find some fresh ground.
The format was the big winner here. It’s told through a lot of different speakers, and while Paul himself wasn't a narrator on the audiobook, having Mary and Stella McCartney involved made it feel much more intimate. I also kept the hardcover nearby, which was worth it for the photographs alone. I especially loved the insight into the creative journey with Linda during those early, pre-Wings sessions, specifically Ram.
My only real gripe is the unnecessary girth of the book. A massive chunk of the back (just over 100 pages) is just a list of every show they played and specific recording details - most of which had already been covered in the text itself. It felt like it was added just to bulk out the page count, and it makes for a very clunky experience, especially when you're listening to the audio. It’s a solid 4-star read, but it could have been a lot tighter without the repetitive data dump at the end.

This one was tricky for me. On one hand, it’s a great story with some wonderfully complex characters. I really liked Jamie, his family, and the whole cast of people in his orbit—especially during the "youth" chapters. King is at his best when he’s writing that specific kind of coming-of-age nostalgia, and I was fully on board for the first two-thirds of the book.
The issue for me was the payoff. People always cite Revival as having one of his darkest endings, and while it is definitely bleak, it didn't quite land for me. The notion that the afterlife just universally sucks didn't feel as heavy or as "bad" as a small community being forced to hand a child over to the devil, or a figure like the Dark Man always looming.
I didn't feel the sting of the ending as much as I wanted to, but the journey getting there was solid enough that I’ll probably try rereading it in a few years to see if it sits any better with me. For now, it’s a good book that just missed that final gut-punch.
This one was tricky for me. On one hand, it’s a great story with some wonderfully complex characters. I really liked Jamie, his family, and the whole cast of people in his orbit—especially during the "youth" chapters. King is at his best when he’s writing that specific kind of coming-of-age nostalgia, and I was fully on board for the first two-thirds of the book.
The issue for me was the payoff. People always cite Revival as having one of his darkest endings, and while it is definitely bleak, it didn't quite land for me. The notion that the afterlife just universally sucks didn't feel as heavy or as "bad" as a small community being forced to hand a child over to the devil, or a figure like the Dark Man always looming.
I didn't feel the sting of the ending as much as I wanted to, but the journey getting there was solid enough that I’ll probably try rereading it in a few years to see if it sits any better with me. For now, it’s a good book that just missed that final gut-punch.

This is a cute little novella, though to be honest, I probably would have settled on a flat 3 stars if it weren't for the illustrations. They are fantastic and really elevate the whole experience. It’s a quick, breezy read that doesn't try to do too much, but it hits the right notes for a werewolf story.
It’s actually something I’ll probably urge my kids to read when they're a bit older. It’s accessible enough to be a "gateway" book into horror without being totally traumatizing. It’s not a masterpiece, but with the artwork included, it’s a great addition to the shelf.
This is a cute little novella, though to be honest, I probably would have settled on a flat 3 stars if it weren't for the illustrations. They are fantastic and really elevate the whole experience. It’s a quick, breezy read that doesn't try to do too much, but it hits the right notes for a werewolf story.
It’s actually something I’ll probably urge my kids to read when they're a bit older. It’s accessible enough to be a "gateway" book into horror without being totally traumatizing. It’s not a masterpiece, but with the artwork included, it’s a great addition to the shelf.

This was a decent enough story, but honestly, it was a bit forgettable for me compared to the others. The setting kept triggering memories of the closing episodes of the 2000 The Stand miniseries - I couldn't stop picturing that specific house with the well. It definitely nails the atmosphere, but once I finished it, it didn't really stick. It was a fine way to spend an hour, but it’s not the one I’ll be recommending to people.
This was a decent enough story, but honestly, it was a bit forgettable for me compared to the others. The setting kept triggering memories of the closing episodes of the 2000 The Stand miniseries - I couldn't stop picturing that specific house with the well. It definitely nails the atmosphere, but once I finished it, it didn't really stick. It was a fine way to spend an hour, but it’s not the one I’ll be recommending to people.

A neat little story that pulled off a great trick. I loved the slow-burn realization that the narrator is a total piece of shit. There’s something deeply satisfying about a story that doesn't try to make you like the person leading you through it. It’s short, punchy, and exactly what I wanted for a quick end-of-year read.
A neat little story that pulled off a great trick. I loved the slow-burn realization that the narrator is a total piece of shit. There’s something deeply satisfying about a story that doesn't try to make you like the person leading you through it. It’s short, punchy, and exactly what I wanted for a quick end-of-year read.

Even if you don’t walk in agreeing with the topic, the essay provides some incredible insight into why King ultimately decided to pull Rage from the shelves. It’s a rare look at an author grappling with the real-world weight of their own work. I’m from Massachusetts, so listening to this was admittedly a bit of an echo-chamber experience for me, but that didn't make it any less compelling. It’s concise, sharp, and hard to argue with, regardless of where you stand.
Even if you don’t walk in agreeing with the topic, the essay provides some incredible insight into why King ultimately decided to pull Rage from the shelves. It’s a rare look at an author grappling with the real-world weight of their own work. I’m from Massachusetts, so listening to this was admittedly a bit of an echo-chamber experience for me, but that didn't make it any less compelling. It’s concise, sharp, and hard to argue with, regardless of where you stand.

This is a neat little story that’s going to frustrate a lot of people, but only if they’re missing the point. It lacks any real resolution, which is a bold move, but it fits the Hard Case Crime series perfectly. It’s not about the "whodunnit" as much as it is about the story itself and the people telling it.
I got the new illustrated version for Christmas, and it looks fantastic. There’s something about having that physical, pulp-inspired art in your hands that makes the experience feel more authentic - like you’ve picked up a random book in a laundromat rather than a modern reprint. It’s a short, sharp read that doesn't overstay its welcome. If you need every loose end tied up in a neat bow, stay away, but if you appreciate a mystery that respects the "unknown," it’s a great way to spend an afternoon.
This is a neat little story that’s going to frustrate a lot of people, but only if they’re missing the point. It lacks any real resolution, which is a bold move, but it fits the Hard Case Crime series perfectly. It’s not about the "whodunnit" as much as it is about the story itself and the people telling it.
I got the new illustrated version for Christmas, and it looks fantastic. There’s something about having that physical, pulp-inspired art in your hands that makes the experience feel more authentic - like you’ve picked up a random book in a laundromat rather than a modern reprint. It’s a short, sharp read that doesn't overstay its welcome. If you need every loose end tied up in a neat bow, stay away, but if you appreciate a mystery that respects the "unknown," it’s a great way to spend an afternoon.

Book of the Year (2025)
I waited a long time for this one to show up via inter-library loan, and it was worth every second of the wait. King Sorrow is massive, but I flew through it so fast I’m actually annoyed it’s over. It gave me everything: I cheered, I gasped, I giggled in shock, and I genuinely felt the anger and the sadness. I'm not sure what else you can even ask for in a book.
I was so hooked that I carried this huge hardcover into the ER when my kid ended up with a concussion. The cover got me some weird looks in the waiting room - it's not exactly "hospital-appropriate" imagery - but I didn't care. I needed to know what happened next.
Beyond the plot, Joe Hill nailed a very specific kind of longing. It made me desperate for that tight-knit, ride-or-die group of friends that seemingly no one has anymore once they hit 40. Life gets in the way, people drift, but for a few days, this book transported me into a circle where that kind of loyalty still exists.
Easily my favorite read of 2025.. brb, you can find me adding this book to like 30 different prompts now.
Book of the Year (2025)
I waited a long time for this one to show up via inter-library loan, and it was worth every second of the wait. King Sorrow is massive, but I flew through it so fast I’m actually annoyed it’s over. It gave me everything: I cheered, I gasped, I giggled in shock, and I genuinely felt the anger and the sadness. I'm not sure what else you can even ask for in a book.
I was so hooked that I carried this huge hardcover into the ER when my kid ended up with a concussion. The cover got me some weird looks in the waiting room - it's not exactly "hospital-appropriate" imagery - but I didn't care. I needed to know what happened next.
Beyond the plot, Joe Hill nailed a very specific kind of longing. It made me desperate for that tight-knit, ride-or-die group of friends that seemingly no one has anymore once they hit 40. Life gets in the way, people drift, but for a few days, this book transported me into a circle where that kind of loyalty still exists.
Easily my favorite read of 2025.. brb, you can find me adding this book to like 30 different prompts now.

Quick read. It’s written as a screenplay, which was a great change of pace and kept the story moving fast enough that I didn't want to put it down.
What really got me was the setting. King nailed the isolation of Little Tall Island, but he also captured a sense of community that I actually found quite attractive. There’s something about that small-island life that appealed to me, despite the whole evil presence thing.
The ending was the real standout, though. It’s not your standard King ending - it’s much tighter and more effective than I expected. I didn’t sit around philosophizing about it once I was done, but I really appreciated how it turned out. It’s a solid, rugged story that transported me somewhere else for a bit, and that’s exactly what I wanted from it.
Quick read. It’s written as a screenplay, which was a great change of pace and kept the story moving fast enough that I didn't want to put it down.
What really got me was the setting. King nailed the isolation of Little Tall Island, but he also captured a sense of community that I actually found quite attractive. There’s something about that small-island life that appealed to me, despite the whole evil presence thing.
The ending was the real standout, though. It’s not your standard King ending - it’s much tighter and more effective than I expected. I didn’t sit around philosophizing about it once I was done, but I really appreciated how it turned out. It’s a solid, rugged story that transported me somewhere else for a bit, and that’s exactly what I wanted from it.

I burned through Six of Crows in about two days, though to be fair, that’s just my usual pace and not necessarily a glowing endorsement. It’s a bit of a weird one for me. On paper, it has the goods: a fun magic system and some solid class warfare themes that actually kept me engaged for a while. But despite the high stakes, I found myself zoning out hard somewhere in the middle.
The characters are all supposed to be in their late teens, but I didn't feel any of that "transport" I usually look for. It didn't bring me back to being that age even for a second; they felt more like seasoned 40yos trapped in teenage bodies. By the time I hit the halfway mark, I was already mentally browsing my shelves for what I was going to read next.
There’s a cliffhanger at the end, but I’m mostly indifferent to it. Usually, a cliffhanger makes me want to immediately track down the sequel, but this one just left me standing on the edge of the cliff feeling nothing in particular. It’s a "mostly okay" read that somehow missed the mark for me. If you’re into the Grishaverse you'll probably dig the magic, but for me, it was just... fine.
The version of the hardcover I read had black edges - the actual book itself was really cool. That, plus the fact that everyone tells me Part 2 is even better... that's keeping Crooked Kingdom on my TBR.
I burned through Six of Crows in about two days, though to be fair, that’s just my usual pace and not necessarily a glowing endorsement. It’s a bit of a weird one for me. On paper, it has the goods: a fun magic system and some solid class warfare themes that actually kept me engaged for a while. But despite the high stakes, I found myself zoning out hard somewhere in the middle.
The characters are all supposed to be in their late teens, but I didn't feel any of that "transport" I usually look for. It didn't bring me back to being that age even for a second; they felt more like seasoned 40yos trapped in teenage bodies. By the time I hit the halfway mark, I was already mentally browsing my shelves for what I was going to read next.
There’s a cliffhanger at the end, but I’m mostly indifferent to it. Usually, a cliffhanger makes me want to immediately track down the sequel, but this one just left me standing on the edge of the cliff feeling nothing in particular. It’s a "mostly okay" read that somehow missed the mark for me. If you’re into the Grishaverse you'll probably dig the magic, but for me, it was just... fine.
The version of the hardcover I read had black edges - the actual book itself was really cool. That, plus the fact that everyone tells me Part 2 is even better... that's keeping Crooked Kingdom on my TBR.

I tracked this down because I’m a bit obsessed with the Boston Athenaeum. It’s the kind of place I’ve actually skipped work for, just to spend a few hours disappearing into those halls. I went into this expecting - honestly, hoping - to be transported back there. I wanted the architectural history and the dust and the specific feeling of being inside that building.
While Katherine Wolff does cover how the place came to be, the "purpose" of this book is something else entirely. Instead of a deep dive into the institution’s bones, it felt more like it was checking boxes I wasn't particularly interested in. It’s hard to find, which usually makes a book feel like a hidden gem once you finally get your hands on it, but this one just left me wanting.
It’s enlightening in parts, and I’ll never say a book about such a grand institution has no value, but the "vibe" wasn't there for me. It didn't take me back to those afternoons I spent playing hooky from the real world. If you're looking for a sociological history focused on the Athenaeum's place in American cultural history it's fine, but it didn't capture the magic of the actual library for me.
I tracked this down because I’m a bit obsessed with the Boston Athenaeum. It’s the kind of place I’ve actually skipped work for, just to spend a few hours disappearing into those halls. I went into this expecting - honestly, hoping - to be transported back there. I wanted the architectural history and the dust and the specific feeling of being inside that building.
While Katherine Wolff does cover how the place came to be, the "purpose" of this book is something else entirely. Instead of a deep dive into the institution’s bones, it felt more like it was checking boxes I wasn't particularly interested in. It’s hard to find, which usually makes a book feel like a hidden gem once you finally get your hands on it, but this one just left me wanting.
It’s enlightening in parts, and I’ll never say a book about such a grand institution has no value, but the "vibe" wasn't there for me. It didn't take me back to those afternoons I spent playing hooky from the real world. If you're looking for a sociological history focused on the Athenaeum's place in American cultural history it's fine, but it didn't capture the magic of the actual library for me.

I’ve been living in Christine for the last week, toggling between the hardcover when I’m putting the kids to bed and the audiobook while I’m doing chores or out for a walk. It’s a hell of a way to experience a story - hearing Arnie’s voice physically warp and decline in my ears while I’m doing the dishes, then picking up the physical page to see the carnage in print. That narrator deserves a raise for the way he handled Arnie’s transformation; it’s one thing to read about a kid losing his mind, but hearing the gravel enter his throat is another thing entirely.
The book brought out the nostalgia. It dragged me straight back to 2003, right around graduation, when you could actually "lose" four hours to a hobby and not even realize the sun had gone down. It made me miss having a project that felt like the center of the world. It also made me desperately want a hot rod - though, ideally, a "nice" one that doesn't require a blood sacrifice to keep the engine turning.
It’s dark, tense, and classic King. Even though I’m not giving it a perfect 5, there is so much value in how it captures that specific high school purgatory where your car is your only real personality trait. It’s a trip worth taking, especially if you’ve ever spent too much time under a hood.
I’ve been living in Christine for the last week, toggling between the hardcover when I’m putting the kids to bed and the audiobook while I’m doing chores or out for a walk. It’s a hell of a way to experience a story - hearing Arnie’s voice physically warp and decline in my ears while I’m doing the dishes, then picking up the physical page to see the carnage in print. That narrator deserves a raise for the way he handled Arnie’s transformation; it’s one thing to read about a kid losing his mind, but hearing the gravel enter his throat is another thing entirely.
The book brought out the nostalgia. It dragged me straight back to 2003, right around graduation, when you could actually "lose" four hours to a hobby and not even realize the sun had gone down. It made me miss having a project that felt like the center of the world. It also made me desperately want a hot rod - though, ideally, a "nice" one that doesn't require a blood sacrifice to keep the engine turning.
It’s dark, tense, and classic King. Even though I’m not giving it a perfect 5, there is so much value in how it captures that specific high school purgatory where your car is your only real personality trait. It’s a trip worth taking, especially if you’ve ever spent too much time under a hood.

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