Horns

Quit at 60%. Sorry I'm not sorry. I'm in a rut or something?

No. 328429781 on my list of literary world crimes (word crimes? höhöhö): I do not like Stephen King. I just can't like him, something about his kind of horror just feels over the top nasty to me. Like disgusting and it makes me retch instead of being scared most of the time. Also, what did kids do to the guy? WHAT? We should ask Joe Hill about that, because he is King's kid. As we all know.

I had my doubts about this one, exactly because Mr. Hill is Mr. King's spawn. Not saying they are the same in any way, but I would assume that if you do what your parents did super successfully, then you must be at least a tiny bit influenced by them. Or something. Then again, it's not that hard to write horror and be influenced by him. Big names and all.
Funny enough, I actually didn't feel as repulsed in the not impressive way than I usually do in connection with Mr. King. I didn't even really hate this with passion. I was okay with it, I guess, I just... didn't really care that much, you know.

Here we have Ig, this small town son of rich people. He's awkward, not exactly star material like his great older brother, Terry, but not a bad person either. Ig is fine. But he had this girlfriend, the amazingly wonderful Merrin, who got raped and murdered about a year ago, causing Ig to be the obvious suspect, while he had nothing to do with her death. Never even got convicted, but in small towns people will file you in neat little piles. In his case, as a psycho.
One morning he wakes up with horns on his head and supernatural abilities that cause people to tell him their dirty, horrible secrets and maybe now he can find out what happened to his girlfriend.

The moment realised I didn't care was when Ig gets some of his teeth knocked out. I'm a trainee dental technician and hearing about knocked out teeth I went strait to how to solve that, the Latin names of teeth, I got the image of said teeth in my head, how much of a pain they are to form of wax, but how much I love doing that, it's all fun, I need to practice, I will have to ask one of my “mentors” to borrow the appropriate tool... and shit, I am not reading. I'm thinking about the shape of premolars.
When you care about work stuff more than what is happening in your book... well. I have bad news for you.

Another thing that bothered me was how horrible news lose their edge when almost every character is horrible. Oh, you want to kill someone, also you want to fuck little girls, while you blow up the country with a nuke to the soundtrack of cancer kids. I am just kind of emotionally separating myself when things are so bad it's almost comical.

The characters who fill more purpose than being there to say bad things are boring to me either. Ig is nothing, Merrin in the flawless angel everyone loves, but she is just... so douchy without anyone ever realising she is, the person actually killing her being just... really bad. It never felt like any characters were actual people to me.

I didn't exactly hate this book, really. More like I didn't find the thing that would draw me in enough to invest any more time in it. Nowadays I'm busy enough to not care about something that I don't find satisfying. The whole King family seems to be not my kind of people, which is fine.
This wasn't offensive. I can imagine the people who would love it and give it the attention I couldn't. I even feel a bit sorry about not finishing it. Huh.

Good night and I feel like strangling people on a daily basis and not afraid to say it.