I’m about 2/3 of the way through Stephen King‘s Hearts in Atlantis and I am surprised by how much I am enjoying it. The last few King novels … I don’t know … I just couldn’t inhale them like I did everything else he’s written. I never finished Insomnia or the last one in the Dark Tower series and didn’t even bother to start Bag of Bones. I really liked The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon though. When I finish Hearts in Atlantis I will probably grab Bag of Bones and see if I can get into it. I certainly don’t believe that my inability to finish his recent works has anything to do with any decline in quality. I think I still have my copy of Insomnia so maybe I’ll see about plodding my way through that too. There are a few references – !? – to the Dark Tower plot line(s) in Hearts in Atlantis and I feel almost guilty for not finishing the last one. When I read the first gunslinger tale I was hooked and in love with the whole concept and then it just sort of faded away for me. Or maybe it was just that I faded away. Somehow or another it’s like I owe it to King to read everything he writes. It’s odd because I’ve read almost everything by Hemingway and almost everything by Robert B. Parker, but I don’t feel bad in the least about not having consumed them completely. Why do I feel that way about King? I don’t know.
More on reading: I read No One Here Gets Out Alive a few years before the Oliver Stone movie the Doors was released. I thought it was fabulous and I was enthralled by the idea of Jim Morrison. I wish I could say I was enthralled by the writing of Jim Morrison or the music of Jim Morrison, but I can’t. I was just awestruck by the concept of Jim Morrison. Get it?
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