
I hated this book. I can’t believe it’s being made into a movie, oh excuse me, a “major motion picture.” The only reason I finished this was because it came highly recommended by one of my best friends, who raved about the series. Maybe the problem is that the only other Stephen King book I’ve read is The Stand, and this series is supposedly rife with King references. Or maybe the book just fucking sucked. I’m going with that. Sorry Ted.

I mean, at this point, I’m five books into the six-part series—might as well finish it, even if the plot follows the same damn outline. Again. And again. I was so burnt out on the series that I waited a year to pick up this one.

I don’t remember anything about this book. To be fair, I’m writing this review in November of 2018, over nine years from when I read it. But some books stick with you for the impact they make on you, no matter how long it’s been. And some fade in memory. This is the latter.

Yep. Same plot structure. Again. Still grinding rep in WoW, might as well power through the series, too.