Reading Stephen King’s It is an exhausting way to spend a summer

Technically, Stephen King’s 1986 novel It is a book. But as a physical object, it shares a

number of characteristics with a cinder block. Carrying 1,200 pages of It between Brooklyn and Manhattan every day isn’t just a chore, it’s a workout. It’s easy to feel like It is meant to be this way — a stupid-large object you have to live with for weeks on end, depending on your reading speed and the musculature of your forearms. Maybe that’s because the book’s themes are fear, and how hard it is to shake it; violence, and how long it can affect you; first crushes, and how they never really go away, etc. Stuff you carry around with you. Heavy stuff. Get it? I would speculate that King refused any meaningful edits to this book because he wanted reading It to actually hurt. It’s key monster battles (the first in 1958, then a reprise in 1985 with the same cast of characters) take place in the summertime, so with Andrés Muschietti's film adaptation of the first half of the book hitting theaters on September 8th, it seemed appropriate to make it a summer read. The book’s length gave me the semi-poetic option of purposely draping its creeping dread of heatstroke, rejection, and murder over my own July and August. I thought, “What better way to enjoy a fall horror movie than by making it the delicious reward for being scared all summer long?” Also, I thought I should keep a diary.                                                                                                     https://www.theverge.com/2017/9/1/16028300/stephen-king-it-movie-adaptation-book-recap-horror-summer