Finished It - pun unavoidable - this evening. As always I felt a mingled sense of relief and of regret... I always feel that when I finish rereading a book that I have read several times before but know that I am unlikely to read again for at least three years, perhaps more. It's a damn good book actually; well-written, insightful and genuinely scary at times. Not as scary as some of his other stuff maybe (The Shining remains, in my mind at least, King's horror masterpiece) but there are moments of real horror. His understanding of and recollection of childhood is exquisite; scarily so sometimes (I was fourteen when first I read this so it was a good deal closer to home).
Was dismayed to realise that the 'Losers' club, who had all seemed so old to me when, as a fourteen year old, I first saw them being recalled to Derry as adults (I remember being repulsed when two of them had sex and thinking that NO WAY could a man that old be physically capable of it) are now between two and three years younger than me.
We grow up. Characters in books do not.
I heard a bird cry, sharp and free. My name is Jordan.