As I was preparing to go to school today, I was hanging out in the office of my condo, folding my laundry, uploading Blizzard of Ozz and Diary of a Madman onto my ipod, and I allowed my eyes to wander around the two or three bookshelves that line the walls. I got to thinking about some of the books I had read this summer and I made mental notes of the ones that I wished to read later on. I even looked at the notes on the inside cover of the book I am currently reading to see if the actual novel is how I remember being teased it was. (That book, by the way, is Scott Smith’s “The Ruins”. It is way heavy on the psychological details, the narrative is slow and deliberate and I totally love it. It is just taking me a long time to read it. I guess it is a tough novel to pick up right after Da Vinci Code, eh?).
As I got to the final shelf, I looked down and I saw Stephen King’s book, “The Colorado Kid.” For the record, I dig the Hard Case Crime imprint. I have been a collector of hard-boiled mystery novels for years and this series is almost as if it was written for me. The problem here is that I remembered reading “Colorado Kid” about two months ago but I really don’t remember how the story resolved itself or even ended. I recall it was supposed to be vague and unsolved, by SK’s own admission but for the life of me, I cannot conjure the ending of that story. I remember being satisfied with it at the time but for some reason, at this moment, a mere two months later, I cannot recall what was so cool about it.
Perhaps I read too many books, better yet, too many comic books and graphic novels, to be bothered with all the small things of a particular book, like, say, the ending. Oh well, perhaps tonight I will thumb through the ending and see if that jogs any memories.
If I remember to do that, even.
