On one level, this is a love story. Lisey Landon is still in mourning and trying to understand the sudden death of her famous writer husband Scott. On another, its a tribute to family. On yet another, its pure and classic King horror. And yet its also a fantasy. For grown ups. Its also a fable about the evils of commercialism, greed, jealousy, and the lure and pressures of academia.
It features quintessentially King writing, of course, and yet scattered throughout are phrases, paragraphs and even whole chapters of writing so stunningly beautiful that they are sure to leave you breathless.
The plot is divine. Step by step, chapter by chapter, part by part, it creeps up on you. Lying in bed in the dark. Suddenly wide awake. A creak in the hallway. A breath. Not yours. You live alone in the house. You. Realise. Suddenly. You. Are. Not. Alone.
This book is like this. The terror creeps up on you like a nightmare. It ebbs and flows like the tide. And as you approach the ending (oh, the ending!) and then you read the ending, and you think the story is over, and you keep reading but then THE ENDING comes (the REAL ENDING, the whole damn point of the book) and its shockingly, brilliantly, completely sad but beautiful and yet still overwhelming whenever you try to rap your mind around it.
I cant say too much about this book for fear of SPOILERS ruining it for the reader but there are heroes aplenty in LISEY’S STORY and surprise, surprise,its not just Lisey Landon. It’s not really her sister Amanda, either (even though she stands up and does her deeds when its her time to do so). I cant say who it is, obviously, but read the book and you will see. Read the book and your life might change. Your heart will certainly break. Your pulse will certainly rise, too. And your opinion of Mr King and his incredible story telling abilities will go through the roof, launch itself into space and begin orbiting of the sun before you know it. Stephen King is that good. Lisey’s Story is that good. In fact it’s a schmucking masterpiece.