I remember being not just disturbed, but utterly disgusted by Dolores Claiborne and Gerald's Game (which I never finished). The plots are brilliant, but not always palatable. I am surprised you haven't read him already! You must read him for his writing style, not necessarily the plot. /widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&OneJS=1&Operation=GetAdHtml&MarketPlace=US&source=ss&ref=ss_til&ad_type=product_link&tracking_id=raanabo-20&marketplace=amazon®ion=US&placement=B002SKZBRW&asins=B002SKZBRW&linkId=6KPPIFVVURD4YJTQ&show_border=true&link_opens_in_new_window=true But I would still give it a 3/5 for the sheer brilliance of character portrayal. Open loops here and there and a fizzled out end. Where did she come from? What’s her actual connection to Rosie Real? I did not feel Rose Madder’s story was closed properly. You feel sympathy for Rosie, yes, but it is Norman you will remember for a long time after you’ve shut the book. It truly is a pleasure to hate a character to such an extent that you applaud the author’s brilliance in creating such a character. Truth be told, Norman Daniels is one of the worst fictional villains I’ve had the pleasure of reading about. Or she turned to her insane counterpart from the painting. If I may borrow the term “horcrux” from Harry Potter, the epilogue looked like Norman created one in his wife. Especially when you have (successfully) built so much hate in the reader’s mind for Norman Daniels. By the end of the book, you just go “Meh.” It’s so anticlimactic, so implosive, that you start wondering if this is how he planned to end the book. It starts out great, but then fizzles out. This one on the other hand dwindles into itself. That’s what we call the climax of the book. Now, any work of fiction builds up a crescendo and then sort of explodes at the end. It started off with a realistic plot – wife who is a victim of domestic abuse, psychopathic husband who you wanna kill, and the wife’s decision to leave him after fourteen years of being married to him. In fact, the element of paranormal in this book was too Alice Through The Looking Glass for me. It’s sort of strange-hand-grabs-your-neck-in-the-dark kinda creepy in places.

In fact, I mistook it for another one of King’s works, whose title I cannot remember. When I saw the cover, I thought this is gonna be real scary. And they say if you’re thinking of writing a book, Stephen King has probably already published it.īut some of those very same highly acclaimed plots just don’t click with me.

The man is brilliant with words – he can draw pictures with words. I love his style of writing and that’s an understatement. I have strangely mixed feelings about the works of Stephen King.

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