Summer has always been TV catch-up time in our household.
We have a handful of summer shows, to be sure, but our big
start-of-summer project is binge-watching all the things we put off during the
So, hey, here’s the stuff we knocked out over the last two
Parks and Recreation:
We burned this one off in a week, and honestly, I’m
surprised it took that long.
It’s far too rare that a show knows that it’s ending, and
it’s even more rare when they have an entire year to plan.Parks knew it’s last season was coming, and
they didn’t have to live in fear of ending halfway through a season, or of
suddenly getting renewed.
When they were gone, they were gone.
And so we got what might not have been the BEST season of
Parks, but one that was certainly the most gratifying.
Even with the short order, we eventually got two seasons of
TV.The first one was Leslie winning one
more big park.If the show had ended
there, it would have been perfectly lovely and I’m sure that fans of the show
would have been overjoyed to see it happen.
Then came the second half of the season, which a friend of
mine dubbed: Everyone gets what they want.
And it really was.
The “second” season was, quite simply, one person after
another wrapping up their bits of business and moving (happily) on to whatever
In certain hands, things like that don’t work.
(See: The last season of Glee, where everyone spent the
latter half of the season bouncing around aimlessly and pointlessly, and then
we got the season finale where everything turned out AMAZING for everyone,
But with Parks… I dunno.I guess I just wanted these people to be happy.Which is dumb, since they aren’t real people,
In all seriousness, however, the season worked because it
was earned.And while the laughs weren’t
always as big as in previous seasons, we got Leslie and Ron in their own
episode, which deserves about 15 Emmys.And we got a whole show where Chris Pratt got to be completely
ridiculous, and proved why he’s suddenly a massive box-office star who can
carry three giant movies in two years.
And there are all the flash-forwards in the finale, where we
get to see how awesome everything becomes.
Too sappy, probably.And in years to come I can see people claiming it’s a weak season that
spent too much time making everyone’s lives too perfect.But I don’t care.
Community season six.
So, that happened.On
Community has long been a show under the gun, which turned
the last three seasons into… I’m not even sure.Something bizarre, that’s for sure.
We’ve got the fourth season, where the creator was gone and
the show kinda-sorta carried on and was still funny, but not quite right.
There was the fifth season, where the creator came back and
two cast members left, and the show once again never quite found its
bearings.It was funny, it had some
great episodes, but it was a lesser show.One that spent a lot of time trying to recreate fan-favorite episodes in
a sort of greatest-hits way.
And then there was the sixth season.Where everything really started to crumble.
The problem can be pretty easily summarized in two parts:
First, I think they were just out of stories to tell.That’s not abnormal for a sixth-season show,
really.They tried to do some
of-the-moment stories, tried to revisit some well-loved bits of business, and
while the show was still funny, it often felt like one more return to the
well.A victory lap for a for that
wasn’t quite up to taking one.
Second: The cast.They lost two cast members last year, and another one this year.Except, they also lost the two cast members
they built up LAST year to replace the two they lost in the first place.
So they slotted some people in, and the new guys were game,
but… this show was, at its center, about a tight-knit group of friends who
ended up together despite their differences.
And by the end, it was about a bunch of people in each
other’s orbit for no real reason.
In particular, Abed spent the entire season stranded.Without Troy to bounce off of, he went from a
fun character who existed in his own world but took Troy along with him… to an
oddball who never really connected with anyone.
That might be why the final episode worked as well as it did
for me.In the end, everyone (just
about) headed off into the world, indicating that, yes, the show was over, and
that, yes, things change and that’s both hard and sad.
Was it a terrible year?I think the “true” fans, as opposed to the casual ones like myself, were
probably hit the hardest by this year, and I’m glad that the final plug is
Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt:
I’m going to say something NO ONE else has been willing to
NBC was right.They
were right to cancel and/or never air this show.
They were right to keep it away from themselves.
They were right to let Netflix pick it up.
And here’s why. In an alternate universe, critics pick up
the first few episodes of Kimmy.They
review it, and it falls into the B/B-/C+ arena.
And why not?It’s an
odd show, with odd characters that work very hard to exist in a semi-fantasy
world.There’s nothing wrong with that,
it’s a sitcom after all, but I can easily see the first episode barely grabbing
an audience, a second losing half the people who saw the first, and then it’s
Whereas, the way it was released, well, it’s Netflix.You turn the show on, and you let it roll.
That’s where Kimmy starts to work.It’s not that it’s bad at first, but it takes
a while to settle in and get used to the odd little fantasy world that’s
somewhat like the real world, but not really.And it’s perfectly bite-sized, which means you can watch an episode
while you eat your dinner, watch another while you eat dessert, and then run
through two more as you think about doing other things but figure you’d rather
sit on your comfy couch and, you know, NOT do chores.
Three nights of that, you’ve watched the first season, and
you’re kind of in love with the show.
Look, the show is funny.Sometimes it goes for big laughs, but mostly it’s the charming story of
a girl who spent ten years in an underground bunker, her gay roommate, and various
other weirdos who cross her path.
It’s a charming show, and charming works better when you can
control the pipeline a bit.
I’m happy that Kimmy got a full season, and I’m also happy
that it’s getting a second one.I’m
curious to see what they can do with the world they built.
I’m more curious to see if this should have stayed one
delightful, charming, season.
So lately, I’ve been hung up on writing these long, long, long essays that
detail everything ever about my experience with something.
So now we’ll try something new – a short review, just to see if I can pull
Armada is the latest novel from Ernest Cline, who made a big splash a couple
of years ago with the novel Ready Player One. This was after his first
movie took years and lots of re-editing to come out.
At any rate, Ready Player One came out with lots of geek cred authors all
over the back cover, praising it like nothing else.
As for me, I thought it was an impressive pulling together of a bunch of
generation X nerd culture. Is was the kind of book I had trouble
recommending to friends, because the plot was paper-thin, but the game of spot
the reference was kind of fun.
And now, only a couple of years later, I can barely recall the plot.
So perhaps I wasn’t the best bet for being a fan of Armada.
The super-short plot synopsis. We’ve got a main character, who is a
boy. He likes to play a video game called Armada. His dad was
killed years ago in an industrial accident, but he left behind a lot of
notebooks detailing a possible conspiracy having to do with video games.
Finally, after 50-some pages, we learn that Armada was actually a simulator
created to teach the world how to fight an alien invasion.
And of course, our protagonist is high up in the game rankings, so he’s
Which is to say, if you’ve seen the movie The Last Starfighter, you’ve kind
of read this already.
Is it exactly the same? No. But what we have here is, once
again, Cline mining his lost youth for references. Our hero idolizes his
dead dad, who is, of course, just about Cline’s age. So he loves that era
of nerdery and talks about music and video games that your average 17-year-old
probably isn’t terribly familiar with.
Much like in Ready Player One, I never really invested in any of the
characters, even though Cline clearly went out of his way to attempt some
emotional scenes for them.
And as the book progresses, it morphs from a Last Starfighter story until it
essentially becomes (spoiler alert, I suppose) Ender’s Game, in far, far, far
too many ways.
The book itself also seems… rushed, I guess. After a too-long 50 page
setup, the book never really stops moving but not in a relentless, fun
way. Instead it feels like Cline knew he had a deadline coming up, waited
until the last possible second, and then bashed out a first draft.
Or perhaps, as sometimes happens, he sold the book on a pitch or an outline,
and didn’t realize until it was too late that he was essentially photocopying a
couple of older books/movies.
In its favor, the book glides by quickly, so… there’s that.
Cline apparently already has another novel in the pipeline. I’ll be
curious to see what it’s about, but I really, really hope he goes in a bit of a
different direction this time.
Recently, I realized that Stephen King is creeping up on 70.
You can tell he’s getting up there, because every interview
couches “that” question somewhere: How much longer can he do it?
Granted, we’re talking about a man who has produced a book a
year.Sometimes two.And yet, I think King fans all live with a
certain fear – that one day, there will be no more books.King will put down the pen, or he will die,
or perhaps both at once, and the King library will add a final volume or two to
the bookshelf, and then that will be it.
I feel like I’m writing a eulogy, and maybe I am.But I just finished reading the latest King
novel a couple of weeks ago, and it’s gotten me to thinking – this is a guy I
have a history with.He’s the man who
almost died when he was hit by a van.The guy who talked about retiring in 2004, when he “finished” The Dark
They guy who said he might go blind, in the future.
And I’m sure there are times I wanted him to stop.But now isn’t that time.I kind of hope he writes until he’s 100, and
I’ve got sixty-plus books to look forward to.That would be remarkable.
So this isn’t really a eulogy, and it isn’t really an
essay.Instead, it’s a series of little
essays.Tiny stories, some of which go
places, many which don’t.
I imagine a lot of King fans have their own tales.
These are mine.
This is my most often-told story, about how I discovered
When I was a kid, I used to go grocery shopping with my mom.
At the time, the impulse purchase area at our local grocer,
instead of being packed with trashy magazines, held a collection of bestselling
And I remember, very clearly, seeing It there.It was that first, unforgettable cover, with
the paper boat, and the sewer, and the claw.
I was a reader by nature, but it was 1987, which would have
made me 10 or 11 years old when I saw the cover.
“That’s a scary book,” said my mom.“That guy writes scary books.”
I noted the title, and the author name – Stephen King.I didn’t much care for scary movies, couldn’t
handle the most intense parts of Raiders of the Lost Ark, or even Star Trek
II.I had to look away when watching
those movies and faces melted or worms crawled in ears.
So I filed the name away in my brain.Those were, surely, books I didn’t want to
The world moved on.
In the seventh grade, I started to learn how useless study
hall was.Or at least, how useless a
badly timed one was.
In high school, I had one first thing in the morning.On test days, it was nice.On regular days, I sat and did nothing,
because trying to cram an hour of homework in the day it was due was foolish at
But I’m talking about seventh grade.Where I still had many, many days where I had
nothing to do.Passing the time was
hard.Sometimes I literally just
sat.A few times I tried to make up
stories of my own.A few times I sat and
read the dictionary, just to pass the time.
One day, a friend of mine finished reading his book about
ten seconds into study hall.Without
even looking at the cover, I asked if I could borrow it.
It was a book of scary short stories.
I’ve never been able to hunt down the book again, though I
remember the cover well, and the fact that the first story was about
But I do remember enjoying that first story.It was scary, sure, but mostly it was
surprising.Short horror stories are,
after all, often about that last paragraph, or that last line, where the author
springs his or her little trap.
What I learned was that scary stories had STORY.
All I knew was, I liked scary stories.And I was suddenly very curious about this
Stephen King guy.
I went to the library, and got Salem’s Lot.Mostly because it was about vampires, and
vampires I understood.Vampires were,
after all, a safe monster.One I knew,
was familiar with.
The monster behind the door is scary.It could be anything, coming to get you.
But these were vampires.
Long story short, I liked the book, so I went back.
There was an entire bookcase, and King filled every
shelf.I had a lot to catch up on, even
though it was only 1988.
I read Carrie next.
At one point in the seventh grade, we were supposed to write
a review of a novel.I said I wanted to
write a review of a Stephen King book.
“Stephen King is not a real author,” insisted my
This statement puzzled me.I mentioned it to my parents, who didn’t really seem to be able to
An author, after all, is a person who writes a book.How was he not an author?
I didn’t bother arguing about it.I chose a Lloyd Alexander book instead.
That was the first time I ever encountered author prejudice.
Even today, I have to admit I don’t know
what you make of it.
My dad was online a long, long time before being online was
a thing, connected with a 2400 baud modem using his Commodore 64.
He got involved in an early version of a chat room.And in there, by chance, was a guy named
Stephen King.Look up his information,
and all it said was “Boo!”
I’d been reading him for a while.I knew he was computer savvy.I’d read a story in some magazine or another
that King had used his computer to co-write The Talisman, using his modems to
share the manuscript back and forth between himself and his co-author.
I asked King if he could name his first novel – “Carrie,”
was the reply.A bit of information that
literally anyone who had ever read King probably knew.
No matter.I was
convinced it was King.
My dad said I could send him a message, using the most
primitive possible version of email.I
said I was a reader, that I really liked his books, and even told him the story
about my English teacher stating he was not a real author.
I got a very nice reply back that he was not, in fact,
In the best of all possible worlds, it would have been
Stephen and I would have had a cool story to tell.
But in the real world, it was a good lesson to learn early:
People online aren’t always who they say they are.
Or maybe it was Stephen King, and he didn’t want to be
pestered by a 12-year-old.
In the 8th grade, one of my parent’s friends found out I was
a King reader, and actually mailed me two of King’s books.In hindsight, I find that both cool and a
little odd.Given the cost of shipping,
it would have been cheaper to send my parents cash and a map to a used
Instead, their friend sent me a copy of Misery and It.
My memory is that I read Misery first, as It still seemed
like something of a challenge.The book
topped 1000 pages after all.
Misery was great, of course, and it’s probably in the top
ten or fifteen of any King fan.
It was something else altogether. You would have to read
Misery three times to be reach the page count of It.
Start the book, and congratulations, you’re going for a
very, very, very long trip.
I remember getting sucked into the book.I remember reading it, and reading it, and
And I remember getting to the last day of 8th grade.My school held a little “graduation
ceremony,” which I don’t really remember.I do recall my parents weren’t there.They were working, because the graduation of an 8th grader isn’t all
that important of a thing.
I finished the last 12 pages of it on the way home.I then handed the book to my parents and said
they could send it back to their friend.I guess they did.
King’s other giant book back then was The Stand.The original version was 800 or so
pages.I had to take it back to the
library twice to re-check it out.
But I did finish it.
My mom found a copy of Night Shift, King’s first collection
of short stories, at a garage sale, and brought it home for me.
I’d already read it, so I set it on the shelf next to the
handful of books I owned and barely gave it a thought.
A friend asked to borrow it, and I loaned it to him.He never returned it.
To be fair, he brought a bunch of Archie comics to my house,
and never asked for them back.They’re
in a box somewhere.
My freshman year of high school, our English teacher brought
us to the library and had the person running the place tell us what was
there.Among the things she mentioned:
“We do have SOME popular fiction.”
In other words, they had a couple of King novels.
One day, bored in English class, I pulled It off the shelf
and started reading it again.I checked
it out and reread the entire books in the two weeks I was allowed to have it.
As high school progressed, I slowly caught up with
King.After all, he could only produce a
couple of books a year, and at the time I could read a good-sized novel in a
week, maybe two.
I remember my English teacher saying he probably wasn’t
going to finish reading The Dark Half.I
was stunned.Who doesn’t finish a book?Plus, I had already read and enjoyed it.
I had to write a book report, and chose the first two books
of The Dark Tower.There was no mention
of King not being a real author.
I spent years waiting for new Dark Tower books.The idea that they were a series, and that
King had no idea when they would be written, or when they would be published,
but did know the titles of the next couple of volumes made me crazy.
I’ve known many people who own every King novel, and love
most of them to one extent or another.But I learned a lesson early on.
My mom came to me in the middle of putting in a book order
for one of her book clubs.There was
some King listed, did I want any?
King.Even loved re-reading some of
King’s books.But they were not all
universally great.And the chance that I
would ever go back to them was fairly slim.
Plus, they were all available at the library.Copy after copy.King was popular and easy to come by.
Over the years, I’ve bought some favorites.The Dark Tower.His short fiction.The Bachman books.A couple of other novels.
But even today, King fills a couple of bookcases at the
library.I can get my hands on whichever
books of his I desire.Why own them all?
I’ve read the expanded version of The Stand three
times.After struggling to get through
the short version in three months, I sailed through the long one in a month.
Then I read it again, in about two weeks.
A few years into my marriage, I finished all my books while
visiting my in-laws.My father-in-law
was a fan, and I randomly grabbed his copy of The Stand off the bookshelf.
I sat on the couch and read fifty pages, once again
transported by the massive cast and relentless narrative.
I left the book there, but went home and finished the book
with a copy from the library.
I’m terrified to open it again, for fear of taking the
massive journey yet another time.I’m
almost 40.I have a lot of books I want
to read before I can’t read anymore.
Most King movies are R rated, some for language, most for
violence, and my parents weren’t big on me watching R-rated movies as a kid.
So I saw a few of them chopped up for TV.
I watched The Stand, which was great until the hand of
God.I watched It, which was pretty good
until the spider.
In college I was shocked when someone turned Rita Hayworth
and the Shawshank Redemption into a movie.I had always thought it could be a great one, but Shawshank was pretty
I missed it in the theater, but caught it at an on-campus
showing with a bunch of riveted college students.Even projected on a white wall, as the second
half of a double feature, it killed.
I had a VCR in college, and taped the new version of The
Shining.It was six hours long, but I
sat and watched all of it, back-to-back-to-back on a long Sunday
afternoon.I know a lot of people don’t
like it, but I literally couldn’t stop myself from rolling along.
My wife-to-be walked in somewhere in the second hour, and
sat and watched the whole thing with me, equally taken with it.Then she asked to watch the first hour, since
she had missed it.
It was a long afternoon, and at the end I had a TV headache.But I sometimes wish I had the kind of time
to do things like that with my wife now.
I never had any time to read in college.Most people don’t.I’d cram my King fixes in on summer breaks.
I do remember my mom being amused that King wrote a novel
called Insomnia.She sent me a sticker
with the title on it, thinking it would be funny to see my lifelong affliction
as a book title.
I laughed, a little.
Stephen King got hit by a van, and I thought the same thing
every other fan thought – he needs to live to finish The Dark Tower.
Not long after being hit, he released On Writing, which was
a great book with a little short story contest in it.
I wrote an entry, trying to finish it by midnight, before
the new year started.I ended up being
late, as they’d used Midnight on the East coast as their marker.
I begged to be let in.I don’t know what I thought, maybe that King would see a diamond in the
rough and I would finally hear from the actual man himself.
But I didn’t win, place, or show.
I’ve never re-read the story, which is probably a good
King finally finished The Dark Tower, and I stacked the
books up and read the whole series from beginning to end.Book two is still my favorite.
In the middle of the fourth book, which is 90% love story, a
woman I knew saw me reading and commented she could never read King because he
was too scary.
I didn’t know how to explain that I was basically reading a
western romance, and that most or all of it wouldn’t bother her.So I just let it drop.
It’s still one of my least-favorite of his books, smack dab
between all the books of his I like very much.
King saying he was retiring after finishing The Dark Tower
was the only reason I read his non-fiction book, Faithful.He co-wrote it with another guy.
I really, really didn’t care for it.It was about baseball, which isn’t my
thing.I eventually skipped all of the
other author’s sections, and read only Kings and it was still a chore.
But it was 2004, and I thought I might be reading the last
King book, ever.
This was not the case.
King has written some very good books, and some books I
could barely get through.
A friend loaned us his copy of From a Buick 8, and when we
tried to return it, he said not to bother.We did anyway.
Lisey’s Story won for being the worst, I think.I tried to complete it, and only managed
because it was an audiobook, and I just let it run, even when I barely tuned
I bought it for a friend as a gift, before I read it.He’s read all the other King in the world,
but not that one.He says he’s saving it
for when King dies.
I’ve told him that’s a bad idea.
I loved the idea of The Green Mile, with the new chunk out
every few weeks.I remember having a
summer job as a delivery guy, with nothing to do.So I sat and read the entire part 2 of 6
while sitting in the shop.
Then my co-worker, who was also bored, read it, even though
she hadn’t read part 1.
I wonder if she ever finished the series.
I finally complete it at college, one of the rare times I
read a book in college, because a friend of mine had it and said she could loan
it to me.
School was almost over for the year, so I scrambled through
it at top speed. Finals was probably not the time to do that.
Other books of King’s that I hated.
Tommyknockers is awful.I checked it out from the library multiple times, always returning it
about twenty pages in, and choosing another King novel instead.
I finally read it when I finished EVERY other King book, up
to that point.
Even King doesn’t like it.I read somewhere that he felt that if the book was half the size, it
might have been good.But I doubt it.
I also didn’t like The Talisman, I suspect because it just seems
never-ending.That one also hung me up
early on in the narrative, and took a major push to get through.
Years later, after I read the sequel, I was surprised to
discover that Black House was quite good.So I went back and re-read The Talisman, via audiobook.
it was just too long.
Maybe that one could be chopped in half and made good.
Of the King books, I have almost always listed my favorites
as The Stand and The Dead Zone.As I
said, I’ve read The Stand multiple times.
The Dead Zone… I think I’ve read only once.Perhaps twice.I’m a little afraid to go back again, only
because so many things I loved as a kid, especially some King books, don’t hold
I mean, I read It twice.And yet when I pulled it down from the shelf recently, and began
re-reading that awesome, mood-setting start… I realized it was way, way, way
overwritten.Instead of sucking me in, I
gave up five pages in, and never went back.
I read The Shining again, after the TV movie came out.I wasn’t a huge fan the first time
around.The second time fared no better.
I liked Salem’s Lot enough to move on to another King book,
but reading it again… didn’t do much for me.I could see where King was bouncing off of the original Dracula, but it
wasn’t as relentless a read.
I do have a lot of love for The Bachman books.
If what I’ve read is correct, every amateur screenwriter
wants to take a crack at The Long Walk.
The Running Man was a stupid-fun movie, but an amazing book
that beat the actual world of reality TV to the punch by about 25 years.It’s kind of a terrifying read now.
Rage is… Rage gets a little more scary every year,
really.It was probably an odd, creepy
concept when King wrote it.Today, it’s
practically a novelization of an event that’s happened far too many times.
Even King is a little afraid of it, now, and asked that it
be taken out of print.
And then there’s Roadwork.I’ve read it twice.It was bad
the first time.I thought age and
maturity might make me feel differently, but no.It’s just a bad book.
The one area I’ve always envied King – he came from an era
where selling short fiction was worth actual money.
I look at the pile of short stories he accumulated over the
years, and there are a lot of great ones.But a hundred bucks in 1971 and a hundred bucks in 2011 are two very
I made about the same amount of money on my first novel as
he made on his.Back then , it was
almost enough for him to quit his job.I
might have been able to buy a functional used car, after taxes.
Oddly, I’ve never read my own personal copy of The Stand.
When I was newly married, a friend offered to buy me a copy
of Christmas.It never came, though he
said he’d ordered it.
When I mentioned it to him, he said he’d look into it.
Months later, my wife asked me what happened to the
book.I asked him, and he said they must
not have delivered it.
This isn’t impossible.I’ve ordered things online and had them not show up.Both times, this ended in irritated battles
with credit card companies and businesses, though in both cases I got my money
Eventually, years later, I bought a used paperback.
But it’s a big book.If I was going to read it again, I wanted it in a format that wouldn’t
crumble.So I picked up a used
I gave the paperback away to another friend who had recently
gotten into King.He seemed to not
really want it.I think he looked at the
size of the thing and knew it would be a major commitment.
He’s not wrong.
I don’t read as fast as I used to, and I don’t generally buy
This has led to an odd issue, where I have to read King
books in chunks.
When I got Under the Dome, I read about 600 pages.The book was due at the library, and I was
ending my vacation.I knew there was no
way I was going to sail through the last 600 pages once I was back at real
So I gave it back to the library and put it on reserve.
Three weeks later, I got it back, and finished it.
I’ve done this with multiple books now.It’s like reading a series that just sits
between one set of covers.
Granted, I won’t argue it’s an ideal way to read a book…
One of the things I find a little magical about King is that
he really is that early adopter of technology.
When Barnes and Noble tried to get people to read books on
their computers, in the pre-Kindle days, King gave away a story for free.
It crashed servers.
I eventually got, and read the story.And then I never opened the Barnes and Noble
King did other variants on this premise.Kindle-only work, for example.
The most famous was probably when he published The Plant
online, in chunks, one section at a time, getting people to pay as they went.
I bought all the parts, and King, in turn, gave up on the
Not having a real ending to the book bothers me.It bothers me very much.
A friend of mine thinks King is in a renaissance after
several hard years of iffy books.
I want to agree with him, as the last nine or ten years have
almost been clunker-free.
And yet, there have always been good novels, mixed in with
bad ones.Good short stories created in
and around so-so books.
Like I said earlier, Misery is probably one of King’s best,
and it came out right around some of his worst.
So… maybe there’s no rhyme or reason.Maybe it’s like every mine in the world, gold
threaded in an around useless rocks.
King has claimed in the past that there are no more books
squirrelled away, which means that once he’s dead, the books stop.He’s said of various books that perhaps one
of his sons could finish the job, if it came to it.
But there isn’t much he’s held back.Or so he claims.
I’ve done enough reading to know that’s not entirely
true.I suspect there is probably a
minor bestseller for anyone who pulls together all of King’s lost Pop of King
columns.There’s probably some lost gold
in King’s student newspaper days.
A handful of stories have gone missing, according to
And there’s at least one novel that never saw the light of
Heck, I’m sure someone will finally put The Plant between
covers, for all the people who didn’t want to mail a dollar to King,
King’s next two books are already in the pipeline – a
collection of short fiction, and the final novel in a series of three books.
Is there more?I
I confess my biggest fear is that the books will get bad,
and that King, who really has been having a good run, will pass away, leaving
us with a sad, “If only he’d stopped HERE,” feeling.
And yet, I don’t want him to quit.
Because there’s always the chance he’ll strike gold one last
I find it amazing that I’ve been reading King for almost
thirty years now.
Here’s hoping there are 30 more.And that they are good ones.