Hearts in Atlantis
I finished yesterday. I got near enough to the end that I just pushed aside most of what I needed to do so I could veg out on the couch and read. I have to say that there is not as much weirdness in this book as I expected. There are just a couple of paranormal scenes in the book (in one of them a whole collection of stuff comes falling from the sky, including, I’m sure, a complete cookware set). The rest of the book is just about people, as the best of the King books tend to be.
The books—oops that was a Freudian slip, but I will leave it, because it illustrates my point—work together to tell a complete story, but each section of the book could also stand alone. Reading this book is a fine way to spend a few summer afternoons, and has done a masterful job of characterization, as usual. You’ll get an amazing glimpse into teh mind sets that brought about the decade of radical change we cal the 60s.
