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You can see the story straining through the details. Devours imagination. This is an uncommonly well-paced and absorbing adventure.

An exercise in nostalgia for an America that only existed beyond scope of movies, TV, and mythos. The apocalyptic future suggested in the book is already here, by degree, just as it was in 1958 and 1963. The existential threat of nuclear war never went away. I see Easter eggs from other stories, and I have acquired an appreciation for that sort of footsie. Too long, not weird, good beginning.

If I never read another Stephen King book, I would hang a hat on this one. I like the story. I am terrible at reviews because I do not want to offer any pretense, conceit, or bias to take up any rent, so I usually just vote it up or down. High-dollar yarn here.

Abandoned.

Like a hot tub, but full of insight

Taking a moment to read The Road to Reality by Penrose before going further.

The first two hundred pages were a bit dense and troublesome, but practical applications to solve physical problems give this dusty read some power moves that rock the block.

Get 'em, Danny! The Overlook has burned, but the evil remains. A good dose of revenge in a vat of redemption gives substance abuse the SK treatment. These are real people, broken people, aware of the strengths in one another. I really enjoyed the character development in this book. Characters reaching inside one another and finding their essence and strength to face the True Knot (No Verdad?) was so satisfying.

Found my book. Enjoying the pace and content.

Wife has book in the car, I think. I should have put a GPS-tracker on it.

Plot twists, ho! Excellent ending.

Holy smokes, this is a good story. I was hoping for carnage to winnow the crews of the Erebus and Terror as answer to a plot seemingly stuck in a strange, disjointed narrative, and got it. A masterful grasp of detail and character development ignited and rages across the ice-bound Arctic setting of this barn burner. The last 300 pages were on fire.

The hellscape of 19th century women's characters, described from the point of view of various males in their capacity to satisfy sexual urges, thoughts, and embrace of mores was itself a sort of horrible wasteland. I as much wanted the men to die on the ice as I wanted their egos trampled in their societal settings. Maybe that's the point, to NOT sympathize with any of the characters.
It just drags on and on.

Creepy and sad.

Good times

We belong to the sea. I put my hands in the water in a sink in Pennsylvania and feel the deep ocean so far away, an ancestral longing. So far the book has me pondering historical and fictional accounts of sea nomads.