And now my very random thoughts on the book thus far. I’ll do a full review when I finish in a month or so.
1. This book is scaring the bejeesus out of me. From the opening scene where Georgie is walking down the stairs to his basement just waiting for something…it…to get him. Yup. I’ve decided that it’s just way too scary to go running in the morning before the sun comes up. I also cannot read the book after the sun goes down as I’ve had a few small nightmares (which I’m prone to anyway so no shocks there).
2. The audiobook, narrated by Steven Weber (of Wings fame), is FANTASTIC. Seriously. It’s maybe the best audiobook I’ve ever listened to. Ever. It’s even on sale for $5 right now at audible (for members). I could write a whole post just raving about the audio portion of the #italong. It’s intense and scary and passionate. Even when I do have time to read I usually wish I were listening instead.
3. I much preferred when the kids were younger rather than when they were older. And the scary when they were younger felt more real–more haunting. The scary as adults is more horror, in your face, gross, yuck. Although the real horrors seem to be Tom Rogan and Henry Bowers. Double Shudder.
4. How the heck does this Mike Hanlon fit into the picture? I know he’s the same age as the other folks but I just can’t seem to trust him as he wasn’t hanging out at the dam with the other kids ore helping Bev clean up the bathroom. And could his interludes be any more boring?
5. I’m SHOCKED at how much I’m enjoying this book. I have to admit that I even like it better than I liked The Stand. Even though this one is scary as all get out, it’s good. King is a windbag (or long winded) but boy can he paint a scene and bring it to life. I could do without the moments of horror but on the other hand I kind of wait for them as well. Such a weird feeling for me!
6. The Turtle. WTF.
A quote: “No, they were not real. TV monsters and movie monsters and comic book monsters were not real. Not until you went to bed and couldn’t sleep; not until the last four pieces of candy, wrapped in tissue and keep under your pillow against the evils f the night, were gobbled up; not until the bed itself turned into a lake of rancid dreams and the wind screamed outside and you were afraid to look at the window because there might be a face there, an ancient grinning face that had not rotted but simply dried into dark sockets; not until you saw one ripped and clawlike hand holding out a bunch of balloons: See the sights, have a balloon, feed the elephants, ride the Chute-the-Chutes!” (207)
“We all float down here.”
Have you read IT? We still have a month until we’re slated to finish so it’s definitely not too late to join the fun!!