But all of this was just the ramp-up for the real thrust of the novel: the drive toward 11/22/63 and saving JFK.
This section of the book could probably have been retained by itself, marketed as a true-to-form thriller, and it would have done just fine. It hits you hard early on, moves fast toward the point of conflict, and pays off in a big way. The first portion of the novel was nearly perfect, in my estimation, and encompasses the story of the test trip through time and Jake’s subsequent return. From this launching point, Jake takes a test trip to see if changes he makes when going through this time hole will translate to changes in the present day, and then back into the hole again to head for the date most pivotal to the crux of the novel. The amount of character development threaded through the introduction of Jake Epping and his friend, the severely handicapped janitor, Harry Dunning, was incredible. If the premise alone wasn’t enough to lock me in, the first few chapters made it a literal improbability that I might not love this story. Epping and one of the largest, most impactful events to hit the giant that is America, and even the chance to make a difference by keeping that single event–the assassination of John F. This allows for an eventual connection between Mr. In this book, our main character, Jake Epping, a divorced high-school teacher and frequent facilitator of adult GEDs, becomes privy to the existence of a hole in time that connects his “when” in 2011 to a “then” in 1958. My excitement for this novel was no less, and perhaps even a bit more (outside of the Dark Tower novels) than it had been for any other of his books. I’ve been a fan of his for a couple decades now, and in that time I’ve been a constant reader through the highs and the lows, the weirds and the whats, and the absolute genius that is Mr. Not until the last sentence of the book.ġ1/22/63 ( Amazon) is another recent offering in Stephen King’s literal plethora of novels. In fact, despite everything that made my deductive reasoning lean toward the contrary, I didn’t even fully accept that the book was a romance until the very end. Not on the outer cover, not inside the cover, not in any official summary of the book. There was nothing even remotely romance-related to this book that I came across prior to getting into its pages. Since when does EBR review romance novels? Answer: since King started writing them while his publisher was marketing them as otherwise.
I can hear the tumult of the masses lurching in defiance from here.
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