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4.12 AVERAGE
4.12 AVERAGE
adventurous
dark
sad
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
The only Tower book where I really start to feel the length. That said, it's still excellent.
Next to THE WASTELANDS this is my favorite book of the series. Was a perfect? No! But was far more interesting then majority of the books in the series so far. Granted, it could have easily been about two hundred pages less than it was and I would have liked to even more. But because of this book I am excited to move to the next one.
My thoughts:
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adventurous
dark
emotional
mysterious
sad
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
adventurous
medium-paced
adventurous
dark
emotional
mysterious
tense
fast-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
I'm probably being generous with 3 stars for this book. It was so much longer than necessary, which is the same way I felt about the fourth book. I've already started reading Song of Susannah, though I am steadily losing interest in this series. Something exciting needs to happen or I may just be done with it.
While I don't think there was quite as much goosebump-inducing profoundness in this book as in some of the earlier ones in the series, it still kept me riveted and wanting to find out what happened next. The quotes I did like were of a darker nature:
"Roland stood in their light, gunless and as slim-hipped as a boy. For a moment he only looked out over the silent, watching faces, and Eddie felt Jake's hand, cold and small, creep into his own. There was no need for the boy to say what he was thinking, because Eddie was thinking it himself. Never had he seen a man who looked so lonely, so far from the run of human life with its fellowship and warmth. To see him here, in this place of fiesta (for it was a fiesta, no matter how desperate the business that lay behind it might be), only underlined the truth of him: he was the last. There was no other. If Eddie, Susannah, Jake, and Oy were of his line, they were only a distant shoot, far from the trunk. Afterthoughts, almost. Roland, however...Roland...Hush, Eddie thought. You don't want to think about such things. Not tonight."
"The sickness was coming now. The feeling of uselessness. The sense that he would fight this battle or battles like it over and over for eternity, losing a finger to the lobstrosities here, perhaps an eye to a clever old witch there, and after each battle he would sense the Dark Tower a little farther away instead of a little closer. And all the time the dry twist would work its way in toward his heart."
Perhaps it's just the place I'm at right now that the loneliness and melancholy speak to me, but they were beautifully done in these passages. I love the power of emotion in King's writing.
"Roland stood in their light, gunless and as slim-hipped as a boy. For a moment he only looked out over the silent, watching faces, and Eddie felt Jake's hand, cold and small, creep into his own. There was no need for the boy to say what he was thinking, because Eddie was thinking it himself. Never had he seen a man who looked so lonely, so far from the run of human life with its fellowship and warmth. To see him here, in this place of fiesta (for it was a fiesta, no matter how desperate the business that lay behind it might be), only underlined the truth of him: he was the last. There was no other. If Eddie, Susannah, Jake, and Oy were of his line, they were only a distant shoot, far from the trunk. Afterthoughts, almost. Roland, however...Roland...Hush, Eddie thought. You don't want to think about such things. Not tonight."
"The sickness was coming now. The feeling of uselessness. The sense that he would fight this battle or battles like it over and over for eternity, losing a finger to the lobstrosities here, perhaps an eye to a clever old witch there, and after each battle he would sense the Dark Tower a little farther away instead of a little closer. And all the time the dry twist would work its way in toward his heart."
Perhaps it's just the place I'm at right now that the loneliness and melancholy speak to me, but they were beautifully done in these passages. I love the power of emotion in King's writing.