Everyone has been wondering where I’ve been these last few days. I kinda just disappeared, without meaning to really, but I figured I would the moment I laid eyes on this book.
I was walking through the Library and I saw it. My husband had told me it had recently come out and I’m sure I made some comment about waiting to get it because I’d get sucked into it and wouldn’t get anything done… but then it was sitting there on a little wire stand at the Library staring at me and I couldn’t help myself. Books are my addiction, the moment I get my hands on one that I want to read you’ll never see again until it’s over generally. I just disappear to where it takes me and lose half my brain in the process. In this case, I took a trip to 1958 – 1963 and I didn’t really want to come back out to 2011. In retrospect to the times, I was kinda happy pretending I was living there.
This book is truly amazing, although I haven’t gotten to the end and Stephen King’s ending always seem to disappoint me, but the journey there is incredibly thrilling as always. I had to stop a moment before the end, which is coming soon, to get on here and actually say I’m alive. If you started reading this book and/or have read it, you’ll understand, it’s hard to come out of.
It made me realize so many things we have lost as Americans, even though that’s not really what it’s about. You really see how we once had an identity in the world, we were kind people, more trusting – once you remove certain aspects of racism or sexism, we were proud. It’s about a man from this era, 2011, who goes back in time to 1958 and lives there until well.. where I’m currently at in 1963 and through his eyes (which are our eyes) you see the world. I now have this longing for a place that no longer exists in our society of greed, untrust, selfishness and un-neighborly living. I wonder how we got here to where we are so afraid, so locked in, so sucked into wires, anti-social, sad… we’re sad; as a whole it seems, not individually – just as a general whole of a country we’re sad. Which probably explains the millions of pills our mouths pop everyday to feel some sense of normalcy that we lost or perhaps that we remembered once.
Regardless… that’s where I’ve been. In some yearning place to have smiling neighbors, a simple life without all the wireless connections seeping into my brain and waiting to see if this man actually pulls of saving J.F.K’s life. That will be interesting, but as it’s towards the end and I hate rushing to leave a place I’ve grown to really enjoy, I have slowed down to come back to 2012 – my own world and actually do some work.
Be careful if you see this book, you’ll find yourself lost in time. Might as well put a week out of your life to take the trip, just make sure you have a lot of coffee because this book is quite massive – bigger than The Dome I believe; though too short to stay forever.