The first Stephen King book I read was Cujo , and I have been in love with his writing ever since (“I’m your number one fan” and all that). A friendly Saint Bernard dog gets bitten by a bat, becomes rabid, and goes on a killing spree—that’s Cujo in a nutshell. But the novel’s much more than that. Stephen King is Stephen King, not because of the horror and the gore, but because of the way he writes his characters. Anyway, Cujo ’s for another day. Today, I’d like to talk a little bit about 11/22/63 . Too late to the party, but I finally read it. So far, I have breezed through about seventy percent of King’s books (I’m so glad there are more to read). If you’d asked me five days ago what my top favourite was, I’d have said It without missing a beat. But now, 11/22/63 takes the top spot for many reasons. The premise is simple enough: The year is 2011. Jake Epping is ...
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