I recently finished reading the book, “It”, by: Stephen King. You know, the one about “that” killer clown? Only really (and truly), that’s not what the book is about…
I was afraid to start reading it because generally, I do not care for scary books and movies, but I finally started reading it a few weeks ago and I could not put it down. What struck me about the story is how it is not in fact about a killer clown itself but is actually centered on a group of “uncool” kids, The Loser’s Club they called themselves, and the lasting friendships they formed.
The female in the group survives an abusive father (and a psychotic bully from school), only to grow up and marry a man who is equally as bad (if not worse than the both of them) — Her portion of the story smacked me in the face, hard. I could relate. While my home life as a child was controlling, but never as bad as she had it, my school bully ended up being a cousin that I had to finally stand up to and distance myself from in college, but damned if I didn’t marry a man who was awful. The same kind of awful. And I would, like she did, pretend that things were better. I had most of my family and friends convinced, or so I thought, and I was so good at pretending that I even convinced myself for a long time. In the book, she noticed a look in their eyes, before they would try and harm her or try to kill her, that spacious dead look. That look is real, it is physical. It is one I’ve seen before and never want to see or feel again.
Now, years later, I have grown up (or am attempting to grow up), much like the kids in the story, and I have to come back and face my inner darkness.
I won’t have to kill a clown, or a spider, or a werewolf/mummy/vampire, but my own lasting anger from before. It has strained my vision and threatens to wreck harm to the good life I have now. The life away from said people, the life in which I was supposed to grow up in, and will, but with great effort.
Most of the children in the book grew up, survived, and overcame this great darkness, IT. A few did not make it, and some just barely.
IT was a very good book. Much better than I realized. Not as scary, at least, not scary for the reasons I had guessed.
The book is one I’ll have my son read, and one I will try and get my youngest brother to read as well. It is a story of friendship, defying the odds, and standing up together against bullies and those who want to harm you.