This was my first Stephen King novel, and I'm afraid it's left a bad taste in my mouth. I read an interview with King a while back in which he said thThis was my first Stephen King novel, and I'm afraid it's left a bad taste in my mouth. I read an interview with King a while back in which he said this was his best, most literary book. So, it seemed a good place to start. Although once I told my friends I was reading it, many quickly replied that it's not nearly as good as his earlier books.
What I felt was most successful about the read is that by the end of the novel I was so familiar with the interior landscape of Lisey and Scott's marriage. Their relationship is very convincing. I felt the weight of their history, I knew their secret sayings, I believed in the strength of their love for one another. There was something powerful and moving about Lisey's devotion to Scott, including her astonishing acceptance of his faults, and the baggage he carries from his horrific childhood. I was also impressed with King's exploration of the nuanced relationships between sisters.
What turned me off about the book were the horror elements. Maybe I am just not the right audience. I was flying through the pages leading up to the arrival of the madman at Lisey's door. Once he arrived, I was a little disgusted by the description of Lisey's torture, which was pretty alarming. I had to wonder, was the can-opener necessary? And as the truly gruesome, shocking details of Scott's childhood were revealed, I felt myself pulled out of the story. I actually flipped to the back jacket and looked at King's picture, saying, "Come on. Really?" I was wincing at nearly every sentence that ensued. I did not feel so much emotionally involved and physically nauseous.
So, while I gained respect for the scope of King's alternate world, Booya Moon, and I was impressed by his characters, I didn't enjoy the read. I also felt the book could have been about 200 pages shorter. I was sort of elated when it was over, and I could put the book somewhere out of sight. The sooner that thing gets out of my apartment the better.
On a recent roadtrip, my mom asked me to run into a bookstore and pick up a book on tape. A good thriller, she said. I scanned the picked over shelf,On a recent roadtrip, my mom asked me to run into a bookstore and pick up a book on tape. A good thriller, she said. I scanned the picked over shelf, and my eyes settled on BONES, with the promising banner across the top - #1 New York Times Bestselling Author. This should do it, I thought, scooping it up and scurrying back to the car.
What a mistake. If I could rate a book with negative stars I would. This was awful from it's discouraging start to it's banal, unimaginative end. Worst part is my family hung tough through close to 9 hours of recording, feeling that having logged a few hours we needed to see it through. Mistake #2. I wish I could say there was something redeeming about the story. I never grew to care about any of the characters - I never even liked them. The plot was overly complicated. The hairs on the back of my neck never rose. My pulse never quickened. All I felt was increasingly annoyed, and somewhat uncomfortable to be listing to the sordid sex details with my parents in the front seat. I see now that this is #23 in the series - maybe Kellerman got bored with his own schtick? I sincerely hope #1-5 are better.