Charyou tree.
I hate posting about the same old thing a lot, I really do. But The Dark Tower has now become a part of my life it seems.
I can see why Alton never went to bed before one am for a couple of weeks is what I am saying.
The fourth book, which I just finished- Wizard and Glass- really got to me. Sheesh, I don't know how, but darnit it did. I am really stirred up- the range of emotions I felt in that one...I even cried (albeit within the safe confines of my room) during certain parts (one of which the title of this post refers to). Joe told me he shed a few tears during his reading of it as well.
I have concluded that it is impossible to get through parts two and three of Wizard and Glass without feeling moved, assuming you let yourself get into it, unless you are a souless demon. Stephen King can go die in a hole for all I care. He has such a dark mind; and not just for the creepy stuff, but for the deep crevices of the human heart and soul.
But anyway, the quest for the Tower continues, and waits for no one.
I've been informed the next couple of books go back to the same 'ol, same 'ol- just like books one through three. I can say it will be a welcome disappointment, and I shall delve into book five just as soon as I have some free time (damn you b-day teachers!)
Moving off topic now, many people have informed me that my entries are really long. I am sorry if that bothers some of you, I am, but I promise they all start with small thoughts that turn into this. Writing this post has taken me less than five minutes- I simply type and break as thoughts come into my mind, and for some of my friends I think it is pretty entertaining stuff most of the time. I suppose I could make these much simpler- summaries of my life, me just complaining- but I rather use it as just a place to practice that elusive and awkward skill of putting thoughts into words.
So yea, even if I tried, I doubt these things would get shorter- I spend a lot of time in my own brain (too much time for my own good). I like to get lost up there, and sometimes some of that gets out as I sit here bored at my computer, trying to reflect on things.
I can see why Alton never went to bed before one am for a couple of weeks is what I am saying.
The fourth book, which I just finished- Wizard and Glass- really got to me. Sheesh, I don't know how, but darnit it did. I am really stirred up- the range of emotions I felt in that one...I even cried (albeit within the safe confines of my room) during certain parts (one of which the title of this post refers to). Joe told me he shed a few tears during his reading of it as well.
I have concluded that it is impossible to get through parts two and three of Wizard and Glass without feeling moved, assuming you let yourself get into it, unless you are a souless demon. Stephen King can go die in a hole for all I care. He has such a dark mind; and not just for the creepy stuff, but for the deep crevices of the human heart and soul.
But anyway, the quest for the Tower continues, and waits for no one.
I've been informed the next couple of books go back to the same 'ol, same 'ol- just like books one through three. I can say it will be a welcome disappointment, and I shall delve into book five just as soon as I have some free time (damn you b-day teachers!)
Moving off topic now, many people have informed me that my entries are really long. I am sorry if that bothers some of you, I am, but I promise they all start with small thoughts that turn into this. Writing this post has taken me less than five minutes- I simply type and break as thoughts come into my mind, and for some of my friends I think it is pretty entertaining stuff most of the time. I suppose I could make these much simpler- summaries of my life, me just complaining- but I rather use it as just a place to practice that elusive and awkward skill of putting thoughts into words.
So yea, even if I tried, I doubt these things would get shorter- I spend a lot of time in my own brain (too much time for my own good). I like to get lost up there, and sometimes some of that gets out as I sit here bored at my computer, trying to reflect on things.