On Thanksgiving, Chantel and I watched Rogue One together. While you might think that us watching a movie together had nothing to do with this book, it does. I hated that movie. I made Chantel laugh by thanking the bad guys for killing people off. That movie had a pointless plot. There were no compelling characters. I knew no names. And it took ages to get to the point.
Much like this book.
While it’s only 250 pages for my copy, it took me so long to read it and it didn’t get very good until the last section.
I would describe The Gunslinger as an acid trip in the desert… and I wasn’t given any of the mushrooms. Or, I was dropped in a modern art gallery where everything has *~meaning~* but there’s no explanation so I’m left looking at these random smudges of paint. In the introduction, King wrote that he went through this book to make edits for clarity. I couldn’t tell that one bit. If he made those edits, I can’t imagine what the book was like before.
This book was, for me, a 2-2.5 star read. The only reason I bumped it up to three stars is because of the final part. It finally got to the point of the story and set the stage for the book to come, while about 225 pages of it prior were just pointless. I think that this would have been better as a novella than the novel it was.
Basically, not a promising start and it matched everything I had heard about this book. I will keep reading since I’ve heard the series gets better.