I learned today that while Lisey’s Story by Stephen King is a bit slow in the action department for awhile, it picks up. Emotionally.
In fact, I learned not to ever, ever read one of his books while sitting in a freaking public service seating room (for nearly three hours!) waiting for my daughter to take her permit test.
I almost titled this post “Bawling at the Permit Building.”
At first, reading this protagonist’s disjointed thoughts had me getting a little annoyed. (Yeah, life is probably a bit too hectic for me to be reading this type of book right now, but come on… it’s KING, baby.) I’d put the book down then pick up again when I thought I’d have a little more time to pay attention.
Lisey’s thoughts spiral in and out and around and she uses a lot of made-up words or stretches regular ones out just enough to have you scrunching your forehead. (Like I need that! One wrinkle, I have. Right in the middle of the old brows there.) But mostly, it was like experiencing life through someone with an advanced case of ADHD. Or maybe two cases.
She would introduce something interesting only to back off. I’d keep reading to find out what happened, get another tease, then she’d back off again. This is peppered in with a lot of rambling.
My CP, Rachel, loves the book and we usually share similar tastes, so I went on reading.
Glad I did. Wow. The love story grips you by the heart and just squeezes. And there are some emotionally ripping scenes that had me okay… maybe not bawling, but quietly sobbing. Very ladylike and all.
I’m bummed I have to work tonight. I’d like to keep reading and figure out what has been hinted about Lisey’s husband, Scott. I’d like to know if Lisey is going to fight back against this creepy bad character who likes kitchen appliances.
Funny enough, when Rachel told me about this book, I said I’d had trouble with a couple of King’s books and it had been a while. Turned out we had difficulties with the exact same books. She suggested I give this a try. Glad I did. 🙂