So today is the day in which I have finished Stephen Kings “Wizard & Glass”, the 4th book in the Dark Tower series and I find my self in a strange sense of sadness. Not because I was disappointed with the book, but because of how much I truly enjoyed it. Everybody I have spoken to about this book and the series has always stated that this is their favorite book, and I can see why. The story of young love set in a western scene with gunfights, explosions, and heart break. However, this book leaves me with a disheartened motivation towards the rest of the books. It’s not that the next 3 will be bad, it’s just that…well, they will never be as good.
So now I find that it’s hard to push onto the next saga in the series because for one, after this book, my appreciation for certain characters has grown and I know that these characters must die, and for second, I know that Roland must endure so much more hurt to achieve his ultimate goal of reaching the tower. I guess this is the true sign of a fantastic writer. A writer that can make you come back to his stories with the knowledge that your heart will be broken, your senses will be baffled, and the time you put into these things will be worth every moment of it along the way.
I think I will take a break for a week or so and let the true brilliance of this story settle down in the back of my mind. I have many other things to occupy my time while plugging away 40 hours a week from my 6 X 6 cell of gray and white. When it comes time to return, I will welcome the sights and sounds that the road to the tower fill my head with and I can’t wait to see what lies at the end of the beam, the epicenter of life that is the dark tower.
