As a longtime horror fan, I gotta say, this isn't Stephen King. Heck, it's not even Dean Koontz. I was so optimistic after reading all the reviews, but am just totally underwhelmed. The narrator was annoying; it was as if he assigned each character a very distinct stereotypical persona- the everyman, the Indian neighbor, the R. Lee Ermey military guy, the surfer "Far-Out, Dude!", the sexy weird girl... This book also kind of insulted my intelligence. You don't need to explain every conversation, every nuance. (I'm thinking of one instance where one character described the creatures as "squales," which another character had to follow up with, "Squales?" And then the first character had to lay it out... "You know, squid-whales?!") I wanted to like this book, I really did!! But, how I wish I'd saved that credit and not wasted those hours on it.
While this book remains my favorite book of all time, the unabridged narration is pretty disappointing. The performer is too old to be Dolores and she makes some annoying missteps in her reading. Jack Speight (whose bumper sticker reads
Too many to mention! Just overall a perfect, flawless story. The imagery, the characters, the development of a truly beautiful female narrator which was remarkably captured by a male author.
Think I'll pass. Not a huge fan at all.
Dolores, of course!
Just wish that the narrator did justice to this incredible book.
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