It’s funny how some books can make you want to rush out for more by the same, and others, without being so bad you throw them across the room (or send them to a charity shop without being finished), don’t. There’s nothing really wrong with them, but they inspire no great feeling. You don’t feverishly read them, trying to get to the end because you have no choice, you just haven’t really got anything better on offer but it’s not so bad that you have to put it down. So you read it, and you finish it, and it gets put on the shelf and duly forgotten about.
The Eyes of the Dragon by Stephen King was one such book. I don’t really remember much of what happened in it. The blurb says something about a kingdom in turmoil after the king dies and the court magician arranges matters so that the elder of his two sons is accused and imprisoned for his murder and the younger crowned in his place. The younger is very young and impressionable and the magician very good at impressing such people.
I think I was expecting better, it being a King book and all, and though I have vague ideas of reading his other books, it hasn’t anything to do with this one. More to do with finding out what’s so good about the writing. But I wasn’t hugely impressed by this one.
Mind you, neither have I actually got around to reading any other King novel.