The reason why I don't give up on Stephen King is because of his superb writing skills, although it spans only the horror genre. The way the plot twists seem to kick you in the gut everytime you read, sending you reeling is one to look out for. And Needful Things certainly doesn't dissapoint.
There was a new shop in town, run by a stranger (Leland Gaunt, spoiler alert!). Needful Things, the sign said. The oddest name. A name that caused some gossip and speculation among the good folks of Castle Rock, Maine, while they waited for opening day.
11-year-old Brian Rusk was the first customer and he got just what he wanted, a very rare 1956 Sandy Koufax baseball card signed by the baseball player himself. Cyndi Rose Martin was next. A Lalique vase which seemed to be the perfect match for her living room decor.
There was something for everyone, something you really had to have. And always at a price you could just about afford. The cash price that is because there was another price. There always is when your heart's most secret, true desire is for sale...
The story roughly revolves around how innocent people are roped in to do the work of evil, specifically the order of Yog-Sothoth, the Dark Keeper of Time and Space. It wasn't scary but the novel had an eerie, jumpy feel which was almost realistic. The author is truly the blessing of all horror lovers.
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