After what seems like forever, I am now reading Stephen King’s The Shining. Found a dirt cheap Kindle copy and bought it immediately.
For the uninitiated, the gist of the story is that a 10-year-old boy named Danny has precognitive and telepathic abilities. His father, Jack Torrance, is unemployed, he gets fired from his last job as a teacher because of his temper, and is an ex-alcoholic. Their family almost falls apart because of Jack’s behaviour. Then he gets a job at this hotel up on a hill to maintain it through the winter when it is closed. But there’s something, a lot of somethings, and not nice ones, that are also there with the Torrance family. And Danny can sense them.
The book is engrossing and creepy. And I love it when author’s are not hesitant to play the devil’s advocate with their stories. Like Danny’s “visions” being interpreted as “autohypnotism” by the pediatrist. King just does a fantastic job of keeping the reader hooked with his breadcrumbs of mystery and little hints of terror.
I am hooked and I thinking this Sunday may well mark the completion of the book.
Another thing about King’s books is that you don’t realize how you creeped out you are by it until you have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.