Bag of Bones

Bag of Bones
By Stephen King
Published 1998
I just finished this book and enjoyed its conversational style. I’ve read so few books by prolific author Stephen King. Why? Because I’m a big scaredy cat and reading spooky stuff is at my peril. I wasn’t allowed to see scary movies as a child, this mandate following my older brother’s watching “The Blob” and having horrendous nightmares for months. There were no such restrictions on scary books although I didn’t read many. I had enough weird dreams where I’d wake in terror and make a torturous dash down the hallway to jump into bed with my parents screaming “Mom!” all the way.
At age 18 I read some strange devil worship novel that scared me badly enough that I slept in my mother’s bed, my back to hers so I could watch for the boogey man coming to get me in the wee hours. I (barely) slept in her bed for two weeks. Scaredy, scaredy cat.
There were a few ghosty rumblings in the early chapters of “Bag of Bones” that gave me pause. I wondered if I was going to hear my old house settling and jump out of my skin, even though I’ve got the beasts to protect me and they have superior hearing. But I was fine so kept reading.
I enjoyed the 529 pages with few exceptions. The wrap-up had some loose threads in the plot unless it was just misdirection, but all in all, it was a good read.
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