Aside from the 365 project, I’ve been pretty quiet over here. I’ll blame that on travel and a good book. My trip was a busy one, and I’ve felt behind ever since I returned. And all I really want to do is curl up with 11/22/63. It’s the first Stephen King novel I’ve ever read, and just as I suspected, it’s hard to put down. It’s massive — I’m reading it on my Kindle, but the dead-tree version is over 800 pages.
I’ve never been a fan of the time-travel genre, either in books or film, but King writes with such vivid description that I forget the ridiculousness of the idea. Here’s one of the lines I highlighted because it was so detailed and real to me (I’ve seen this very thing in someone’s eyes.):
But the nice man had cold eyes. When interacting with his fascinated lady-harem, they had been blue. But when he turned his attention to me—however briefly—I could have sworn that they turned gray, the color of water beneath a sky from which snow will soon fall.
So until I finish this one, there will be slim pickins over here.