April 9 – 10, 2009
Augie Odenkirk had a 1997 Datsun that still ran well in spite of high mileage, but gas was expensive, especially for a man with no job, and City Center was on the far side of town, so he decided to take the last bus of the night.
Starting a Stephen King novel is like settling in for a long visit with a dear, if slightly odd, friend.
What I think of this particular story should be irrelevant to others; I am a fan, have been since I read Carrie when I was still in my teens and after reading his book On Writing I became his #2 fan (I’m letting Annie Wilkes keep her claim on #1).
Mr. Mercedes does not have supernatural scares, but that is, in many ways, scarier than the stories that do. I was slow to commit to reading this book because of that, but when I learned that the next Stephen King novel will be something of a follow-up to this one, I knew I didn’t want to miss two in a row so I started over – and finished the 436 pages within a week.
Looking forward to my next visit.