Writing a review about a Stephen King book feels almost as daunting and futile as deciding to climb Everest. What is left to say that hasn’t been said by professional reviewers the world over? His background, writing style, mental stability and more have been discussed and dissected ad nauseam so I won't go there. The man has written 50 books and whether you like the horror genre or not you can’t deny he has a wildly creative mind. Plus, if you haven’t sobbed over The Green Mile or cheered wildly over The Shawshank Redemption well then, we should acknowledge you’re not the type of person to read this blog and you should move on. Seriously.
And for some, that’s a problem. The book weighs in at 847 pages. For me, they flew by and I had days when all I wanted to do was
GET. BACK. TO. BOOK. I’ve seen reviews that felt the book dragged but I can only shrug and write the reviewer off as having ADD and unable to read anything over 200 pages. I don’t care. I want fully fleshed out characters, authentic dialogue and a plot that leaves no mess but wraps up neatly. And not that I’m demanding or anything but I also want subplots, with interesting characters who appear then disappear but with whom I can be confident there will be resolution, and an ending that surprises me. King delivers on it all.
If you’ve held back or moved away from Stephen King because of the gore factor (I did) then this is the perfect way back in.
11/22/63 showcases his talent as the consummate storyteller; it will draw you in and keep you hooked until the very last page.
Funny except it's probably true.