Tuesday, August 31, 2010

The Waste Lands, Stephen King

            Fantasy horror: ugly and beautiful at the same time.  That’s the best way to describe this thriller that shoved me into the wilderness of Stephen King’s untamed imagination, single-handedly elevating my passion-for-reading status from “casual leisure” to “obsession” as a 14-year-old boy.  This is far and away the best installment of The Dark Tower series.  Roland’s gang of vagabonds are now at full strength and ready to take on all sorts of bizarre creatures, like a giant bear with a satellite implant; a hungry door between worlds, that chews the ground with wood for teeth; and a crazy train howling insanity above thousands of mutated serpents in an endless desert.  They're all obstacles on Roland’s journey to the Dark Tower, a focal point of his strange world, that for some mysterious reason is the only place where he can finally end his search. 

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