Racing to the end of Stephen King's 11.22.63. Ironic really. Having taken forever to get to the last 80 pages (and quite enjoyably so) I'm now desperate to see how the whole thing is tied up. Masterful plotting, I reckon, from a writer who's usually stronger on beginnings than endings. But this time all of what appeared to be interesting meanderings have combined into one almighty flow with genuine direction.
By the by, every guess I made as to how the narrative would work itself out proved wrong. It's exhilarating to read something that defies all one's tired expectations. Though it just might be I don't have the imagination to have figured out what a writer with real imagination might come up with in dealing with the time travel trope.
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