I can't stop listening to bluegrass music. Ever since getting my banjo last month I've a new appreciation for it, or something. I won't try to explain it - I hate it when people (me) do that. As I've said before, "Explanations are such cheap poetry." (Stephen King said that.)
I just finished Uncle Stevie's new book (11/22/63) yesterday and had one of those moments where the eye moistens, but we swallow that dry, quivering sensation to avoid an outright sob. What a fantastic read. Riveting and thoughtful. I can't tell you why I liked it without spoiling it. I don't get too excited about many books I read. I'm usually a generous reviewer, but rarely am I giddy over a book. I'm giddy over this one. Read it, fool.