Dreamcatcher by Stephen King
After reading Holly and End of Watch, I thought I was done with Stephen King. I don't know, I was just tired of him, just didn't have that itch to read him anymore.
I have since read Octavia Butler and N.K. Jemisin and am reading another N.K. Jemisin book now (Broken Kingdoms, book 2 of The Inheritance Trilogy). (I love her, read the The Fifth Season)
Anyway, my best friend loves dreamcatcher, her favorite book. So I borrowed her copy (it smells SO GOOD. It's like old paper + a hint of a scent of incense. I smell every book I read and all the newer ones just smell like glue and chemicals and its kind of sad. Old books usually smell so much better because of the old paper smell, even if the glue smell is still there.)
Dreamcatcher has an entirely different narrator than Holly or End Of Watch, for which I was grateful. Granted, Dreamcatcher is like 2001 and Holly is fairly recent. Plus Dreamcatcher is spooky scifi stuff and Holly is private investigator serial killer stuff.
By the time I was done with Dreamcatcher, I was ... I was sad it was over. I could have just kept on reading and reading. It was like 900 pages and I coulda gone for more.
I'm not sure what to say about the book itself. I don't like to write down spoilers, even though I suspect nobody is reading this. (Plus I could give a spoiler warning if I were really worried about it.)
Idk. It's great. blah blah blah.