I've tried, really. I put my effort to get to the end, when I'm no friend to so many opportunities, but at 50 pages I have completed the definitive shelved "Lisey's story," the Stephen King's latest book. The last thing I read I go, because I believe that after he wrote "Cell" and with him and me and I promise never to read another of his tomes. Not turned and fell again, but this time the break is final.
Not that I do not like Stephen King, to see how to explain it. I think I've read practically everything he wrote, with his signature or pseudonym, with the exception of the series "The Dark Tower" and maybe a collection of short stories and novels which have never forgotten. The Stephen has a problem, and his incredible irregularity, but that's not the worst of it. Do not go into stories about blacks who write to say nothing of what you do not know, but we go from the basis that indeed his work he writes. Stephen King has given birth
novels like "The Long March", which I never tire of recommending one of the best fantasy books you have ever read, like "Misery" who can teach you what is really psychological horror "Dolores Clayborne" as a lesson in narrative, and "Hearts in Atlantis" or "Portrait of Rose Madder" who are able to transport you to a world of fantasy and not imagined. When one opens a book by Perez Reverte, or Follett or Graves or Delibes, you know what's going to find a particular style, then you can like it or not, but has a particular label. But Stephen King is like saying that it merely nonsense but apparently was not stupid: you never know what's out, is a coin.
Because this man has a problem that I touched a chord: talking up a storm. And I can not resist is that people who talk up a storm, is superior to me. If someday
knew Stephen King and it speaks as he writes, I play to my epic at 10 minutes and I'm scratching my face. It is not possible, I insist, you can not spend 30 or 40 fucking pages to talk about the appearance, size, color and history an object that you think will be tremendously important to the plot and not, never comes out because it really has no importance. Since there are minor 80% of the neuroses that come to mind the main character to character throughout the book. So writes the billets of 1000 pages, as "It", "Tommyknockers", "Black House" and many others who belong to that classification talk. But the story can be told in 300.
I love your imagination, I am fascinated by their plots, but this irrepressible urge to crack the hold is another truth that I can no longer. And the fact is that I am sorry not to end "Lisey's story" because the girl I like, and History love of the novel is really sweet and touching, but I'll find someone I espoilee the end. Because if I read another word about the silver spade which devotes a quarter of the book, I will give something.
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