Happy Monday, Y’all.
Over the weekend, I finished two novels. Yes that’s right, kids. Two. Reading them, not writing them. I’m not Hannah Moscowitz, after all =]
The first book to be set aside was “Lock & Key” by Sarah Dessen. Definitely not my favorite thing she’s come out with, though still a really good, if light, read. I especially liked all the glimpses of characters from past books. I know it’s something Dessen does in almost all her books- gives us a little window into where everyone else is at the time- but this one had a butt-load of cameos. But, I dono, I guess the story was just too . . . predictable. By thirty pages in, I knew what the ending would be. Don’t get me wrong, that’s not the world’s most horrible literary crime, I just was hoping for a bit more shock and awe. Ah, well, here’s hoping “Along For The Ride”, my next Dessen to-be-read, has a little more intrigue.
Okay, so obviously the second book I picked up, finished, and stacked away in one of my ever-growing piles of novels was a Stephen King. “Gerald’s Game”, to be exact.
Full disclosure, people. I have actually read this book before, but bought it when I saw it on sale at Borders, and immediately set out to read it again. That’s how much I freaking love Stephen King. It’s actually kind of weird, because I (as a general rule) don’t read horror. Strictly YA and Adult fiction. Contemporary, mostly. And, okay, maybe I’m a sucker for romance. But there’s something about a Stephen King novel that draws me in until lunch is burning on the stove and the dog’s just about gnawing my ankle off in his desperation for a potty-break.
For those of you who haven’t had the pleasure, “Gerald’s Game” is about a woman who’s traveled to her summer home (in October) with her husband (who’s kind of a douche). For reasons that should be obvious, he handcuffs her to the bed, and then drops dead of a heart attack (oh, right, have I mentioned that they’re in the backwoods of Maine, with nobody around for miles? Right, okay, well, that’s kind of important…) So now Jessie’s cuffed to a huge mahogany bed with only the voices in her head for company.
Incredible concept, perfect execution.
Good Lord, I love Stephen King.