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"You can't be careful on a skateboard", says a random kid to our hero Stuttering Bill, and we feel this could be the motto of the author in "It". I read it in somehow record time (less than three weeks) for such a long novel ( more than 1100 pages in my Kindle). I went fast like Bill and Eds on Silver, enjoying the wild twists and somehow trying to believe the implausible explanation for the existence of a weird dancing clown (only one of It's many shapes) who likes feeding on children and their dreams. I got back to my childhood because every small town must feel a bit like the fictional Derry. Horrible things can happen in small places and most people will remain quiet. Yet, there's always going to be a story-teller to record what must be kept to preserve the memory of the past and to enlighten and guide future generations. "It" is a horror novel, sure it is, but it is also a coming-of-age tale, a love story, a story of realisation and finally the importance of memories, of remembrances; not only of the bad times, but also those ancient moments lost in our brain, in which we believed in magic. Those times when things could come true with a bit of imagination.
"You can't be careful on a skateboard", says a random kid to our hero Stuttering Bill, and we feel this could be the motto of the author in "It". I read it in somehow record time (less than three weeks) for such a long novel ( more than 1100 pages in my Kindle). I went fast like Bill and Eds on Silver, enjoying the wild twists and somehow trying to believe the implausible explanation for the existence of a weird dancing clown (only one of It's many shapes) who likes feeding on children and their dreams. I got back to my childhood because every small town must feel a bit like the fictional Derry. Horrible things can happen in small places and most people will remain quiet. Yet, there's always going to be a story-teller to record what must be kept to preserve the memory of the past and to enlighten and guide future generations. "It" is a horror novel, sure it is, but it is also a coming-of-age tale, a love story, a story of realisation and finally the importance of memories, of remembrances; not only of the bad times, but also those ancient moments lost in our brain, in which we believed in magic. Those times when things could come true with a bit of imagination.
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