THE END

I finished reading Stephen King's Misery today....it took me since the beginning of december to read. Shocking...its never taken me quite so long to read a book I liked as much. I think I was afraid of it ending as I often am with a good book...you finish reading and wonder "whats next? what happens next?" I sometimes feel odd nearing the end, like the climax is too short for the effort the climb took. I remember feeling inwardly dissapointed upon finishing the Lord of the Rings...like "Thats it...he just threw it into Mount Doom and thats it?" I suppose my mind expected something more heroic, something big and flashy...but in the end it was more realistic that way. He had hit the nail on the head. It was what made LoTR hold a closer parallel to the real world than most fantasy books. There was no big boom at the end...the mountain just fizzled and died. So it is in real life. Misery was much the same...it ended on a bittersweet happy note. I never much gave Stephen king credit for the works he has done..but after reading this I really begin to think otherwise. I think sometimes I saw him sort of as one of those damned romance writers just pumping out books to make a profit..no longer writing because there was that aching in your belly...the sort that an artist feels in a similar way. And perhaps today that is what his writing is becoming but there is greatness in his books. I think should I read many more of his books, none will ever equal Misery and in a way I hope it becomes a classic.

I need to finish my work..but it feels all wrong. I cant work on my commission..it feels wrong..like something is missing. Alas I shall, I hate to keep a person waiting and especially as long as said person has waited already.

Thats today's rant..moving on...moving slowly along.