Carrie

If I wanted to like Stephen King I should have fought my compulsion, to read even non-series books, in the order they were written. I seem to expect to gain some insight into the author's growth as a writer, or something. Stupid me. If this book was written by someone else, if he hadn't written better books later, this book would have been long forgotten. This average rating I believe (hope!) is for the author rather than the book.
Is this horror? I just found it morbid. Isn't horror supposed be something that scares me, that I don't read it with with just my side lamp on, something that gives me nightmares. This is just sad. I never felt any sympathy, only pity. It feels like this book got stuck somewhere in between adult's and children's fiction, but appeals to neither. (they did me bad i do them bad) infantile revenge, leaving the reader to be an uninterested distant observer.
Yet at some points the writing itself did shine. With TK, you'd expect things to fall on the head and kill people, but slowing down the heart, making it stop was a novelty. Carrie's subconscious is the most amusing. Wish he'd let her talk more.