The Outsider, Stephen King

Let me begin with, I am not a Stephen King BOOK fan. By this I mean his stories literally haunt me, taking me to places in my mind where I find it difficult to manage and let the memories go; I cannot read his books. But his writing. Mr. King is simply the master and occasionally I will dip my toe into his water and what a pleasure it is. The way he describes a scene, a smell, a tree for that matter. The man's writing is genius. That being said, I took a chance, having a long drive from Idaho to Colorado, and listened to this book. In a word (or maybe two or three or more): Wow. Amazing. Incredible. And yes, unforgettable.

The Outsider is not the shocking horror that smacks one in the face with gore, not that I think that is the author's standard way, but it eases under one's skin and psyche, playing and teasing with the mind. Not fantastical in a way that is too out of reach, the Outsider toys with the idea that there are shapeshifters among us, persons, or rather beings, that slip into one's body, taking them over from the inside to do their bidding while their outside appearance remains the same. Oh, it was fun to read this book.

The Outsider will leave you thinking, wondering, and wishing for more. I believe there is a movie, perhaps a series, but if you are a reader and willing to open your mind to a bit of psychological mystery about the spirituality of one's inner self - you must read The Outsider.