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4.32 AVERAGE
This is the second book I have read for a book club, and the first for a book club with my peers. It is also the first Stephen King book I have ever read, though I am familiar with one of his t.v. series-of-a-book adaptations (The Dead Zone), and have a passing knowledge of some of his well-known horror stories (It, Carrie, etc.). Other than The Dead Zone, I did not know that King wrote much outside of the horror genre (which was a major factor in not having read anything of his before this).
My thoughts during the first 250 or so pages were basically, “I enjoy this book while I’m reading it and will keep reading it. But if I’m not reading it, it’s like, Eh, I’m not reading it at the moment, and that’s okay,” as well as “I can see why King’s writing is so popular” – for one, with the connections between where you are in the story and something that had already happened being outright stated. To me, that is a mark of a book that is all but marketed to the masses in general, not just to the people who enjoy reading for the fun of it. (In my mind, if it was more directed at the latter group, then those reiterations would not have been necessary, as a close reader would usually/most likely have remembered the reference anyways.) Yet, once I got through Jake’s first trip to the past to test out saving the Dunnings and through the second go-round of it, I realized just how important that entire first trip and repetition of it was in shaping Jake to understand how the past works against him, and how many ways it will try to prevent him from following through on Al’s mission for him: to save President John F. Kennedy from Lee Harvey Oswald’s bullet.
Aside: At several different points, this book made me want to pick up dancing more seriously. Dancing and music are possibly some of the most communicative forms of expression, easily understandable and relatable to any person no matter the location or year. It is an excellent link not only between generations, but between different peoples, too.
Once Jake got through his Maine adventures, the ball really started rolling. And once he was going between Jodie, Texas and Dallas/Fort Worth Texas – living his double life – I could hardly put the book down. (Though I had another reason for not putting it down, too: I had to read about 400 pages in two days, to have the book completed in time for the book club.) I enjoyed how King really brought the different cities to life as well as the different people Jake met along the way: Bill Turcotte and Attempt #1 to Save the Dunnings; Andy Cullum and the cribbage game; Ivy Templeton and her tough attitude; Miz Mimi and her way of testing Jake to see if he would be acceptable as an English teacher (What are your thoughts on access to The Catcher in the Rye?); Deke Simmons and his great presence; Ellen Dockerty and her no-nonsense way of caring. I will admit though – since Jake kept going by George (Amberson), and we hardly ever heard him even refer to himself as Jake, at one point, I was surprised when he had narration referring to himself as “Jake” – he had already become “George Amberson” in my mind.
Towards the end, I was at the point when Jake was going for Oswald to save JFK, and reading while the news was on. When WGN 9 aired a short segment on how it was the anniversary of JFK’s assassination, my mind automatically went, “Just find a rabbit hole, and we can undo it.” It felt so surreal, catching that segment when I was in that section of the novel, where it was coming down to the wire. I was in a daze of this book that entire evening (11/22/2015) after I put it down, with echoes of “the past harmonizes” and “the past is obdurate” coloring my perceptions of the news on JFK, on Obama, and anything else. “Just find a rabbit hole and change it!” I thought.
Regarding the ending:
As for the actual ending: I hoped against hope that maybe, just maybe Jake would take one last trip back to go find Sadie, and live in the past with her – in the Land of Ago with its Era of Big Families and all. But then, I guess the words of Zach Lang, the new “Green/Ocher/Yellow Card Man”, really got to him – “Close the circle.” He could not change the past, as any changes he made ultimately would be for the worst, as he had seen first with Harry Dunning, and then with JFK. I was glad that he searched out to find that Sadie survived John Clayton’s attack without him. Even though he resisted checking anything about her after that, he did in the end and found out that she had become an outstanding citizen in her community and did great things with her life. And when he went back to Jodie to meet her--! I think I teared up, it was so heart-warming – and then to know that some of the “residue” from his time travels meant that Sadie almost recognized him, and that he still loved her, and they got to share one more dance together.
I heard/read somewhere that in the original ending, when Jake looked her up in 2012, Sadie was married and had numerous kids and grandkids. I am relieved that did not happen, because it would have weakened the point Jake makes about “blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart,” as well as sort of belittled the connection and feelings they had for each other. Though I do still feel bad that it seems Sadie never found another man to love as she had loved Jake. But in the end, in a way, he still found her, and she still got a taste of his love – a bit of the residue of their love for each other.
I was confused by Jake going back to 1958 to write his story all down, then burying it in the past. Did he go back and dig it back up in the present, as if to prove that no one else had erased what he did? But time is a slippery thing – wouldn’t his previous trips have erased his manuscript even though those trips happened before his final trip? Or to prove to himself that yes, it all really did happen, and it was a (hopefully) harmless way for him to test that he could make a lasting change in the past and find it again in the future? I just do not get what happened there.
The past is obdurate and The past harmonizes
Yet:Dancing is life and Love is a uniquely portable magic
I found quite a few (short) quotes to enjoy in this book, which were often poignant and meaningful, and artful in their meaning and words – and if not any of those things, likely because they were just plain funny:
Correcting honors essays in the strangely quiet teachers’ room now seemed like something that had happened a very long time ago. Nor was that strange; everyone knows that, for such an unforgiving thing, time is uniquely malleable. – page 80
We listened to […] “Purple People Eater,” by some creature called a Sheb Wooley. – page 115 – I know this song, it was on a CD of silly children’s songs belonging to my sister! (And it is one my sisters and I really like, too.)
“Well, that’s the thing about dressing up in an outfit, isn’t it? […] When you put on a clown suit and a rubber nose, nobody has any idea what you look like inside.” – page 132 – A nod to [b: It]? – Just read the description of [b: It], and the Derry, Maine of Jake’s experience is definitely one and the same Derry, Maine as the one in It. So it was far more than just a passing reference to It!
[…] I walked away from them, giving myself the old advice as I went: don’t look back, never look back. How often do people tell themselves that after an experience that is exceptionally good (or exceptionally bad)? Often, I suppose. And the advice usually goes unheeded. Humans were built to look back; that’s why we have that swivel joint in our necks.
I went half a block, then turned around, thinking they would be staring at me. But they weren’t. They were still dancing. And that was good. – page 145
Did [Frank Dunning] have a story […]? I thought yes. And did people believe it? The answer to that one was easy. It doesn’t matter if you’re talking 1958, 1985, or 2011. In America, where surface has always passed for substance, people always believe like Frank Dunning. – page 156
His story was not the least of it. That’s the curse of the reading class. We can be seduced by a good story even at the least opportune moments. – page 200 (Bill Turcotte’s story)
Only kids forget. Every teacher knows this.
And they think they’re going to live forever. – page 266
Coincidences happen, but I’ve come to believe they are actually quite rare. Something is at work, okay? Somewhere in the universe (or behind it), a great machine is ticking and turning its fabulous gears. – page 271
“What did you save [Mr. Cullum] from?”
“I beg pardon?”
I know that’s why you came. I prayed on it while you and Andy were out there on the porch. God sent me an answer, but not the whole answer. What did you save him from?”
I put my hands on her shivering shoulders and looked into her eyes. “Marnie … if God had wanted you to know that part, He would have told you.” – page 277
Oh, I told myself lots of things, and they all boiled down to the same two things: that it was perfectly safe, and that it was perfectly reasonable to want more money even though I currently had enough to live on. Dumb. But stupidity is one of two things we see most clearly in retrospect. The other is missed chances. – page 311
It was when I stopped living in the past and just started living. – page 318
If you’ve ever been homesick, or felt exiled from all the important things and people that once defined you, you’ll know how important welcoming words and friendly smiles can be. – page 331
I pointed out more Denholm educators (many already leaving Sobriety City on the Alcohol Express). – page 342
We danced under the lights.
Dancing is life. – page 371
Life turns on a dime. Sometimes toward us, but more often it spins away, flirting and flashing as it goes: so long, honey, it was good while it lasted, wasn’t it? -- page 398
Home is watching the moon rise over the open, sleeping land and having someone you can call to the window, so you can look together. Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life. – page 399
Two things about the Land of Ago: there’s a lot less paperwork and a hell of a lot more trust. – page 420
Page 421: the cream pie fight had me laughing out loud!! XD
We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why. Not until the future eats the present, anyway. We know when it’s too late. – page 454
History repeats itself is another way of saying the past harmonizes. – page 477
Atlas Shrugged by Ms. Ayn Rand conversation/mentioned. – page 492 – This I was just amused by, since a Goodreads friend of mine has Atlas Shrugged on her currently reading shelf.
I’d made the stupid assumption that people were going to approach the Cuban Missile Crisis much like any other temporary international dust-up, because by the time I went to college, it was just another intersection of names and dates to memorize for the next prelim. That’s how things look from the future. To people in the valley (the dark valley) of the present, they look different. – page 515
Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness … the melody and those well-meant sentiments still linger in my head. – page 525 – This is where I thought Jake had decided to stay in the present (meaning 1960s), and a little later: She gave me a pair of loafers that are on my feet now. Some things are meant to keep. – that confirmed that he had decided to stay in the past with her. Or at least, stay with her.
“George?”
I sighed. “That’s not my name.”
“I know.” Etc. – page 555 - I was glad that Sadie finally asked him upfront about it, and above all, that Jake did not tell her only lies.
Sometimes the things presented to us as choices aren’t choices at all. – page 567
“You heard me. And when it comes to me, Sadie, you can stick your pride where the sun don’t shine. I happen to love you. And if you love me, you’ll stop talking mad shit about going home to your crocodile of a mother.” – page 597
It’s all of a piece, I thought. It’s an echo so close to perfect you can’t tell which one is the living voice and which is the ghost-voice returning.
For a moment everything was clear, and when that happens you see that the world is barely there at all. Don’t we all secretly know this? It’s a perfectly balanced mechanism of shouts and echoes pretending to be wheels and cogs, a dreamclock chiming beneath a mystery-glass we call life. Behind it? Below it and around it? Chaos, storms. Men with hammers, men with knives, men with guns. Women who twist what they cannot dominate and belittle what they cannot understand. A universe of horror and loss surrounding a single lighted stage where mortals dance in defiance of the dark. – page 615-616
Scaring people is a dirty job, but somebody has to do it. – page 647
[In reference to a Ray Bradbury story called “A Sound of Thunder” ] Time is a tree with many branches. – page 648 – Note to self: seek out this story and read it!
I said nothing. I had been worried about going back, but now I was afraid, as well. Is there any phrase more ominous than you need to see exactly what you’ve done? I couldn’t think of one off hand. – page 798
Page 817 – Ironic? Not quite the term I want, but it’ll have to do: Bill Clinton dies of heart attack in ’04, and his wife steps in as president. Neverminding that First Ladies don’t step in to do the president’s job, that’s what Vice Presidents are for.
Hard duty, the man had. But I didn’t let pity slow me down. The imperatives of love are cruel. – page 823
But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don’t think it’s in the stars, but I do believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart. – page 825-6
Here’s another thing I do know. The past is obdurate for the same reason a turtle’s shell is obdurate: because the living flesh inside is tender and defenseless.
And something else. The multiple choices and possibilities of daily life are the music we dance to. They are like strings on a guitar. Strum them and you create a pleasing sound. A harmonic. But then start adding strings. Ten strings, a hundred strings, a thousand, a million. Because they multiply!
In the street, couples are jitterbugging. A few of them are even trying to lindy-hop, but none of them can swing it the way Sadie and I could swing it, back in the day. Not even close.
She takes my hand like a woman in a dream. She is in a dream, and so am I. Like all sweet dreams, it will be brief … but brevity makes sweetness, doesn’t it? Yes, I think so. Because when the time is gone, you can never get it back. – page 841
My thoughts during the first 250 or so pages were basically, “I enjoy this book while I’m reading it and will keep reading it. But if I’m not reading it, it’s like, Eh, I’m not reading it at the moment, and that’s okay,” as well as “I can see why King’s writing is so popular” – for one, with the connections between where you are in the story and something that had already happened being outright stated. To me, that is a mark of a book that is all but marketed to the masses in general, not just to the people who enjoy reading for the fun of it. (In my mind, if it was more directed at the latter group, then those reiterations would not have been necessary, as a close reader would usually/most likely have remembered the reference anyways.) Yet, once I got through Jake’s first trip to the past to test out saving the Dunnings and through the second go-round of it, I realized just how important that entire first trip and repetition of it was in shaping Jake to understand how the past works against him, and how many ways it will try to prevent him from following through on Al’s mission for him: to save President John F. Kennedy from Lee Harvey Oswald’s bullet.
Aside: At several different points, this book made me want to pick up dancing more seriously. Dancing and music are possibly some of the most communicative forms of expression, easily understandable and relatable to any person no matter the location or year. It is an excellent link not only between generations, but between different peoples, too.
Once Jake got through his Maine adventures, the ball really started rolling. And once he was going between Jodie, Texas and Dallas/Fort Worth Texas – living his double life – I could hardly put the book down. (Though I had another reason for not putting it down, too: I had to read about 400 pages in two days, to have the book completed in time for the book club.) I enjoyed how King really brought the different cities to life as well as the different people Jake met along the way: Bill Turcotte and Attempt #1 to Save the Dunnings; Andy Cullum and the cribbage game; Ivy Templeton and her tough attitude; Miz Mimi and her way of testing Jake to see if he would be acceptable as an English teacher (What are your thoughts on access to The Catcher in the Rye?); Deke Simmons and his great presence; Ellen Dockerty and her no-nonsense way of caring. I will admit though – since Jake kept going by George (Amberson), and we hardly ever heard him even refer to himself as Jake, at one point, I was surprised when he had narration referring to himself as “Jake” – he had already become “George Amberson” in my mind.
Towards the end, I was at the point when Jake
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and SadieRegarding the ending:
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I left the last 40 or so pages to read on Monday, the day of the book club, having read at least 300 pages on Sunday. I (correctly) predicted to my parents that I was sure to dream about the book that night. I dreamt that Jake went back and met Sadie again, and that they had an awfully sweet conversation where despite the “reset”, Sadie came to “remember” the feelings she had for Jake through what he said to her. And he had some very perfect lines, though I can’t remember them now, of course. They were the sort of perfect lines that are either only said in dreams, or in very well-written stories, with a certain poetry and full emotion about them. Just the right words to bring forth the feelings that Sadie had for Jake that no “reset” could completely erase.As for the actual ending: I hoped against hope that maybe, just maybe Jake would take one last trip back to go find Sadie, and live in the past with her – in the Land of Ago with its Era of Big Families and all. But then, I guess the words of Zach Lang, the new “Green/Ocher/Yellow Card Man”, really got to him – “Close the circle.” He could not change the past, as any changes he made ultimately would be for the worst, as he had seen first with Harry Dunning, and then with JFK. I was glad that he searched out to find that Sadie survived John Clayton’s attack without him. Even though he resisted checking anything about her after that, he did in the end and found out that she had become an outstanding citizen in her community and did great things with her life. And when he went back to Jodie to meet her--! I think I teared up, it was so heart-warming – and then to know that some of the “residue” from his time travels meant that Sadie almost recognized him, and that he still loved her, and they got to share one more dance together.
I heard/read somewhere that in the original ending, when Jake looked her up in 2012, Sadie was married and had numerous kids and grandkids. I am relieved that did not happen, because it would have weakened the point Jake makes about “blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart,” as well as sort of belittled the connection and feelings they had for each other. Though I do still feel bad that it seems Sadie never found another man to love as she had loved Jake. But in the end, in a way, he still found her, and she still got a taste of his love – a bit of the residue of their love for each other.
I was confused by Jake going back to 1958 to write his story all down, then burying it in the past. Did he go back and dig it back up in the present, as if to prove that no one else had erased what he did? But time is a slippery thing – wouldn’t his previous trips have erased his manuscript even though those trips happened before his final trip? Or to prove to himself that yes, it all really did happen, and it was a (hopefully) harmless way for him to test that he could make a lasting change in the past and find it again in the future? I just do not get what happened there.
The past is obdurate and The past harmonizes
Yet:Dancing is life and Love is a uniquely portable magic
I found quite a few (short) quotes to enjoy in this book, which were often poignant and meaningful, and artful in their meaning and words – and if not any of those things, likely because they were just plain funny:
Correcting honors essays in the strangely quiet teachers’ room now seemed like something that had happened a very long time ago. Nor was that strange; everyone knows that, for such an unforgiving thing, time is uniquely malleable. – page 80
We listened to […] “Purple People Eater,” by some creature called a Sheb Wooley. – page 115 – I know this song, it was on a CD of silly children’s songs belonging to my sister! (And it is one my sisters and I really like, too.)
“Well, that’s the thing about dressing up in an outfit, isn’t it? […] When you put on a clown suit and a rubber nose, nobody has any idea what you look like inside.” – page 132 – A nod to [b: It]? – Just read the description of [b: It], and the Derry, Maine of Jake’s experience is definitely one and the same Derry, Maine as the one in It. So it was far more than just a passing reference to It!
[…] I walked away from them, giving myself the old advice as I went: don’t look back, never look back. How often do people tell themselves that after an experience that is exceptionally good (or exceptionally bad)? Often, I suppose. And the advice usually goes unheeded. Humans were built to look back; that’s why we have that swivel joint in our necks.
I went half a block, then turned around, thinking they would be staring at me. But they weren’t. They were still dancing. And that was good. – page 145
Did [Frank Dunning] have a story […]? I thought yes. And did people believe it? The answer to that one was easy. It doesn’t matter if you’re talking 1958, 1985, or 2011. In America, where surface has always passed for substance, people always believe like Frank Dunning. – page 156
His story was not the least of it. That’s the curse of the reading class. We can be seduced by a good story even at the least opportune moments. – page 200 (Bill Turcotte’s story)
Only kids forget. Every teacher knows this.
And they think they’re going to live forever. – page 266
Coincidences happen, but I’ve come to believe they are actually quite rare. Something is at work, okay? Somewhere in the universe (or behind it), a great machine is ticking and turning its fabulous gears. – page 271
“What did you save [Mr. Cullum] from?”
“I beg pardon?”
I know that’s why you came. I prayed on it while you and Andy were out there on the porch. God sent me an answer, but not the whole answer. What did you save him from?”
I put my hands on her shivering shoulders and looked into her eyes. “Marnie … if God had wanted you to know that part, He would have told you.” – page 277
Oh, I told myself lots of things, and they all boiled down to the same two things: that it was perfectly safe, and that it was perfectly reasonable to want more money even though I currently had enough to live on. Dumb. But stupidity is one of two things we see most clearly in retrospect. The other is missed chances. – page 311
It was when I stopped living in the past and just started living. – page 318
If you’ve ever been homesick, or felt exiled from all the important things and people that once defined you, you’ll know how important welcoming words and friendly smiles can be. – page 331
I pointed out more Denholm educators (many already leaving Sobriety City on the Alcohol Express). – page 342
We danced under the lights.
Dancing is life. – page 371
Life turns on a dime. Sometimes toward us, but more often it spins away, flirting and flashing as it goes: so long, honey, it was good while it lasted, wasn’t it? -- page 398
Home is watching the moon rise over the open, sleeping land and having someone you can call to the window, so you can look together. Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life. – page 399
Two things about the Land of Ago: there’s a lot less paperwork and a hell of a lot more trust. – page 420
Page 421: the cream pie fight had me laughing out loud!! XD
We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why. Not until the future eats the present, anyway. We know when it’s too late. – page 454
History repeats itself is another way of saying the past harmonizes. – page 477
Atlas Shrugged by Ms. Ayn Rand conversation/mentioned. – page 492 – This I was just amused by, since a Goodreads friend of mine has Atlas Shrugged on her currently reading shelf.
I’d made the stupid assumption that people were going to approach the Cuban Missile Crisis much like any other temporary international dust-up, because by the time I went to college, it was just another intersection of names and dates to memorize for the next prelim. That’s how things look from the future. To people in the valley (the dark valley) of the present, they look different. – page 515
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“Bringing in the Sheaves.”“George?”
I sighed. “That’s not my name.”
“I know.” Etc. – page 555 - I was glad that Sadie finally asked him upfront about it, and above all, that Jake did not tell her only lies.
Sometimes the things presented to us as choices aren’t choices at all. – page 567
“You heard me. And when it comes to me, Sadie, you can stick your pride where the sun don’t shine. I happen to love you. And if you love me, you’ll stop talking mad shit about going home to your crocodile of a mother.” – page 597
It’s all of a piece, I thought. It’s an echo so close to perfect you can’t tell which one is the living voice and which is the ghost-voice returning.
For a moment everything was clear, and when that happens you see that the world is barely there at all. Don’t we all secretly know this? It’s a perfectly balanced mechanism of shouts and echoes pretending to be wheels and cogs, a dreamclock chiming beneath a mystery-glass we call life. Behind it? Below it and around it? Chaos, storms. Men with hammers, men with knives, men with guns. Women who twist what they cannot dominate and belittle what they cannot understand. A universe of horror and loss surrounding a single lighted stage where mortals dance in defiance of the dark. – page 615-616
Scaring people is a dirty job, but somebody has to do it. – page 647
[In reference to a Ray Bradbury story called “A Sound of Thunder” ] Time is a tree with many branches. – page 648 – Note to self: seek out this story and read it!
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“You need to go back now, Jake.” He spoke gently. “You need to go back and see exactly what you’ve done. What all your hard and no doubt well-meaning work has accomplished.”I said nothing. I had been worried about going back, but now I was afraid, as well. Is there any phrase more ominous than you need to see exactly what you’ve done? I couldn’t think of one off hand. – page 798
Page 817 – Ironic? Not quite the term I want, but it’ll have to do: Bill Clinton dies of heart attack in ’04, and his wife steps in as president. Neverminding that First Ladies don’t step in to do the president’s job, that’s what Vice Presidents are for.
Hard duty, the man had. But I didn’t let pity slow me down. The imperatives of love are cruel. – page 823
But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don’t think it’s in the stars, but I do believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart. – page 825-6
Here’s another thing I do know. The past is obdurate for the same reason a turtle’s shell is obdurate: because the living flesh inside is tender and defenseless.
And something else. The multiple choices and possibilities of daily life are the music we dance to. They are like strings on a guitar. Strum them and you create a pleasing sound. A harmonic. But then start adding strings. Ten strings, a hundred strings, a thousand, a million. Because they multiply!
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Harry didn’t know what that watery ripping sound was, but I’m pretty sure I do; that’s the sound of too much harmony created by too many strings. – page 827In the street, couples are jitterbugging. A few of them are even trying to lindy-hop, but none of them can swing it the way Sadie and I could swing it, back in the day. Not even close.
She takes my hand like a woman in a dream. She is in a dream, and so am I. Like all sweet dreams, it will be brief … but brevity makes sweetness, doesn’t it? Yes, I think so. Because when the time is gone, you can never get it back. – page 841
adventurous
emotional
hopeful
mysterious
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
N/A
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
I loved everything about this book, from the very first word of the dedication to the afterward, and then the question and answer section at the end of the book. The story was great, and the ending was perfect. Great read.
adventurous
reflective
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
emotional
hopeful
reflective
tense
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
adventurous
tense
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Shoutout Caleb’s mother for recommending this to me a while ago. First Stephen King book and will definitely be going back for more!! Although the book was long, it certainly didn’t feel like it. Such an interesting and creative story that kept me engaged throughout
Det här tog mig en halv evighet att läsa. Men det säger egentligen inget om vad jag tycker om boken eftersom jag trots allt fått många underhållande och spännande timmar bläddrandes bland de fullproppade sidorna i min pocketutgåva. Jag gillar att King verkligen tagit sig tid att sätta läsaren i 1950- och 1960-talets Amerika. Det gäller allt från samhällsproblem (främst rasism och sexism) till kultur, livsstil och teknik. Det känns verkligen att han gjort research. Min enda kritik (förutom vissa gubbslemmiga inslag) är att boken lugnt hade kunnat bandats ner 100 till 200 sidor. Ibland tyckte jag det var FÖR mycket detaljer och FÖR upprepande.
Trots detta rekommenderar jag 22/11 1963 till de som gillar att läsa om historiskt viktiga händelser, relationer och spänning med inslag av absurdism (eller kanske sci-fi).
Trots detta rekommenderar jag 22/11 1963 till de som gillar att läsa om historiskt viktiga händelser, relationer och spänning med inslag av absurdism (eller kanske sci-fi).
adventurous
dark
emotional
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Masterpiece.
adventurous
challenging
dark
emotional
mysterious
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes