by Stephen King
I’ve been a member of Stephen King’s “constant reader” club for years, but I fear that I might be coming down with a case of King fatigue. Maybe I could call it “Castle Rock Burnout.” One symptom occurs when King characters, past and present, begin to blur together and induce a feeling of déjà vu: In Four Past Midnight (published in 1990), we once again meet the small-town sheriff, the awkward teen, the shady businessman – even King’s demons, witches, and monsters begin to feel a bit stale.
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