"So Bryant, where the hell is your review of End of Watch?" I can theoretically imagine someone asking. "It came out last week, so surely you've finished it by now...?!?"
And the answer to that is no, no I have not. I haven't even begun it, in fact. Nor have I read Joe Hill's The Fireman yet, and that came out in mid-May. For that matter, I have yet to crack open Owen King's Intro to Alien Invasion, which came out in the unbelievably-distant past of September 2015. The casual observer -- or even the intent one, for that matter -- would be forgiven for assuming that my Stephen King (and King-family) fandom has waned significantly over the past year.
That's not the case, though. I got my copies of Intro to Alien Invasion, The Fireman, and End of Watch on their release dates. In the case of the Owen King book, its release fell during the time when I'd decided to dedicate some time to reading my way through H.P. Lovecraft's bibliography. I'd planned to read Intro to Alien Invasion immediately thereafter, but it ended up not happening. In fact, I've only read one book in the entire time since finishing that Lovecraft project last fall. The casual/intent observer would be forgiven for assuming that H.P. Lovecraft broke me of my love for reading.
That's not the case, either. I'll tell you this, though (and I spoke about this to some extent in my posts about Lovecraft's fiction): I've driven into some sort of cul-de-sac in which my love of reading still exists as a hypothetical thing, but in which I am not currently interested in -- or good at -- actually sitting down and reading a book. During my Lovecraft exploration, I branded this phenomenon as reader's block. Does such a thing exist in a commonly-accepted sense? Beats me, but I've got it, so as far as I'm concerned it exists.
You don't care about any of this. Why would you? I get that. The temptation to be self-indulgent in these posts is always present, and I'm going to try and rein back on that horse a bit now. The particulars don't matter much, the end result is the same. This book...?
It shows no signs of being read any time soon. I apologize for that, because it means that there's going to be no review of it here any time soon; and that arguably makes this blog a place where the readers can no longer count on me for timely discussion of the wide world of Stephen King. That's a bummer. Timeliness has never been my goal, but a decent amount of it happened nevertheless, and I don't like the extent to which it's fallen away.
Sadly, it's nothing new. Over a year later, and I've not reviewed Finders Keepers, so visitors here may already have squinted at me a bit in disapproval. I did read that novel, though, and I even began writing a review of it.
I shall now present to you what exists of that review: