Title: Wolves of the Calla
Author: Stephen King
Page Count: 960
Genre: Fantasy/Horror
Series: V in Dark Tower
Rating:
"Roland, the Last Gunfighter, discovers a mystical link between a village losing its soul to marauding wolves, the Tower, and a magical realm known as midtown Manhattan."
As is typical with Stephen King, you can visualize quite vividly the little dusty trail of Calla Bryn Sturgis. You smell the aromas, feel the dirt beneath your feet and your best friends in the whole world are the folken which inhabit the area. The members of Roland's ka-tet are your siblings and you know them well. The development, as always, borders the line of overdone. The ascent to the climax of the story, as always, is well overcooked and perchance even a bit smelly in its own burnt out hulls.
I love King for his endings, as does most everyone. The story drones on and on and on some more until you feel as if your head may explode like a bomb or simply cave under the weight of details and drawing-out and plotting and whatever-the-heck. You love it because you get drawn into the story, the setting, everything about it. You hate it because it promises action and excitement for 500+ pages and yet you see none until the last 50 or less.
In the end I am determined to finish this series because once I made the decision to move on to The Drawing of the Three, I made the decision to see this series to the bitter end [and I'm certain King will make it quite a bitter end, indeed]. I have a very love/hate relationship with this series as I have found the last two books incredibly hard to claw through, though the last 100 or so pages is what I trek on for. The ending could have been better to this one, but it was tolerable.