Actually listening to this on CD, as that’s all they had at my library. Very strange.
OMG, I didn’t mean to read this entry!
Wow!

I just finished “Song of Susannah”. I feel beat up. More than any of the others, that one kept me up until a ridiculous hour this morning. I just couldnt put the thing down. It’s when I realised I was falling asleep no matter how hard I had fought that I gave in.

“Susannah-Mio, divided girl of mine. Parked her rig, in the Dixie Pig in the year of 1999.”

I understand what people say about King writing himself into the story, but for some reason I understand why he did it. As a literary device, I find it’s so jarring as to be brilliant.

Because where were my brother and I when we found out Stephen King had been hit by the white van and in critical condition, not expected to survive?

I think we were at home, but we looked at each other and the first thing either of us said, and I now forget who said it, was, “That’s it. He’ll never get to finish The Dark Tower.” I remember the heart hurt, because I was horrified to think that this story was going to remain undone.

It’s amazing that he survived, and it’s funny, but it made reading the remaining three books richer for knowing that he came back from that and finished the story.

In “Song of Susannah”, when King shows up in the story, and clearly becomes part of the quest to reach the Dark Tower, as odd as it was, it seemed right to read it.

Say what, Sai King has me along for the duration.

Now though, I’ve been eyeing up the Dark Tower, the final ‘chapter’ in this story, and having put down “Song of Susannah” mere minutes ago… I feel beat up. I’ve read the first six books of this series in just under two weeks, and “The Dark Tower” dwarfs the other six. More than that, the print in my hardcover version is small…

I am sure the sun will not go down in London tonight before I pick it up and start to read, but right now… my mind is completely swirling with King’s story so far.

I think I am going to clean my flat, before I start the next leg of this little run of book lunacy I’ve engaged in over the last week.

I liked it, but the whole self-referential thing King did threw me. Seemed invasive. I can’t figure out where the next book is going; that’s a good thing.