I have two book reports today.
1.) Red Rising and Golden Son by Pearce Brown. This trilogy has been around for over a decade, but it seems like it really caught on in the last few years. Do you like space operas? A young, heroic boy rises from nowhere, sees his family fatally harmed by the ruling empire, gains special powers, and fights to destroy the empire. There's a slight chance this sounds familiar if you've seen a Star Wars movie in the last 49 years, but the formula works. I wish they didn't make you practically learn a new language to fully understand everything, but halfway through, I was using my new vocabulary around the dinner table with my family before watching HoloCan. I mean TV.
2.) 11.22.63 by Stephen King. A quick search around the internet will show you that this book is getting listed with books like "Lonesome Dove" as best of all time. I'm okay with that. Stephen King kept my attention, once again, for over 1100 pages. Sure, he could have chopped about 600 out and had just as good of a story, but something about putting in 35 or 40 hours into a book makes it personal. A lot of Stephen King's books seem to end with chaos. The bad guy turns out to be the devil or a demon or whatever, there's a fight, pain, blood, fire, hero, the end. I kept waiting for that here, but without spoiling it, the last 15 pages almost makes the first 1,085 worth it. It'll stay with you for a while.
After I finish the third book in the Red Rising Trilogy, I'm looking for a super lame, self-published book about time traveling dinosaurs or a rom-com about a guitar player having a mid-life crisis and finding love in a new city. Whatever the book is, it will be short, easy, and completely forgotten 10 minutes after finishing.