Rage

The worst book I have ever read.

Not my least favorite, though, because Catcher in the Rye and Ready Player Two exist. But this book is definitely worse.

Beyond the real world repercussions, this book is just utter garbage. It is an affront to literature. To art. To the written word. It's an affront to the actual feeling of rage. Rage deserves better than to have this book named after it. I cannot believe Stephen King wrote this. I also can't believe the rating for From a Buick 8 is like .4 less than this paper concussion. This should never have been published, this should have never been shown to publishers. This should have embarrassed King too much to ever show someone. Before the real world repercussions.

As for those, well. King was absolutely right to let this be out of print. Normally when people shoot up schools and the media points out everything they've ever owned as a possible cause, I roll my eyes. “What, the shooter liked Hubba Bubba Max?! Burn it all!”. But this book glorifies school shooting in such a fucking insane way that I am just completely perplexed at the decision to write this. Zero stars. Negative one stars, actually, for causing real world harm.

This book made me a worse person. Prior me had hope in humanity. It's gone now