THAT WAS THEN…
An admission: despite being a lifelong Stephen King fan, I didn’t read The Dark Tower series until just about ten years ago.
I know, I know—I should be ashamed of myself.
To make matters worse, the long delay made absolutely no sense.
I loved Stephen King books. I devoured each new title as soon as they were published.
I loved westerns. Especially movies like The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. The Wild Bunch. The Unforgiven.
And, of course, I had read and heard all the rave reviews (especially from trusted readers, Brian Freeman and Bev Vincent). Heck, I had even published a bunch of those reviews in Cemetery Dance.
But for some reason, I still wasn’t sold on The Dark Tower.
Something kept making me hesitate. Maybe it was all that chatter about talking trains and crystal balls… » Read more