It’s a slow Saturday here at The Aerie and between loads of laundry and deciding what I’m going to have for happy hour, I thought I’d tackle the next installment in the 30 Days of Books list:
Day 11: A book you hated
Hate is a pretty strong word isn’t it? There have been lots of books that I haven’t liked – some that I’ve put down because I just didn’t think that they were very good. But hate? Hate is a pretty strong emotion, so I think to hate a book it has to be from an author that you have a pretty strong emotional connection to – which actually makes my choice for this really easy.
Yep – IT from Stephen King. I know… I know. A lot of people I know and King aficionados love IT, counting it among their favorite King novels. Don’t get me wrong, I love Stephen King. King, Tolkien, Donaldson and LeGuin were the driving forces in my teenage years when I would devour books. I avidly read all of King’s books from the 1970s, but somewhere in the 1980s I swore him off. During that era, King’s books morphed from taut horror yarns into bloated, meandering drivel. Think about The Tommyknockers. Think about Gerald’s Game. Ugh. Maybe it was all the drugs and booze. But the biggest – and I mean biggest – offender was IT. At 1100+ pages, old Stev-o was in desperate need of an assertive editor. The collection of characters was too large and there were hundreds of pages of mind-numbing foreshadowing. At a time when I loved him, I felt like King had cheated on us, the reader.
My abstinence from King lasted maybe a decade; I thought he righted the ship in the mid-1990s and I started reading some of his books again, starting with The Green Mile and I read the entire Dark Tower and loved it – so I’m back to enjoying his books, though I passed on Under The Dome, his recent 4-digit page count book, mostly because I still feel burned by IT.