We chose Stephen King's time travel/historical novel for book club and gave ourselves two months to read it. I finished it in 6 weeks, taking breaks here and there, but always returning. I even listened while working out at the gym. 11.22.63 is the story of Jake Epping and the obdurate past - harmonies and lives intersecting, changing and then aligning and realigning while on an ill-advised mission. It is a love story, and yet it is not. It is an emotional void and then a flood. It is wonderful.
Stephen King is truly a master story teller; I know everyone says this, but I'm saying it here, again. There were times when I would have fitful nightmares after reading before bed - not because the story had frightened me but because there is a certain creepiness in the way that King writes. Sometimes, doom enveloped this world and its characters, and it was just a feeling, the same way that we just feel 14.7 pounds per square inch of atmosphere around us at all times.
I don't know if I'll read more by the famous writer, but I'd like to. The balance of creepiness and romance held my interest the most, I think (and hey, I am a sucker for 20th century historical fiction), and I'm not sure if any of his previous works have the same dynamic. Readers, let me know your thoughts (or recommendations) in the comments!
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