11/22/63 was the perfect opportunity to interject something different into my daily diet. I've read Stephen King before, typically leaving his super bizarre stuff on my husband's nightstand.
Enter 11/22/63: more history than science (or creepy stuff, rather) and that wonderful time-travel element. It feels so rare to find a time-travel-ish book that examines the idea thoroughly and doesn't seem to be a byproduct of science or sex instead. King is not only an incredible storyteller, but he's got an amazing talent for creating extremely believable worlds (of which science and sex are, of course, a byproduct, but that is much more manageable than the other way around.)
For all that the title, cover art, and synopsis declare that this is JFK-centric novel, I'd hardly describe it as such. Certainly the assassination is a pivotal component, and those with a passing fancy for Camelot may be induced to read Stephen King because of it, but it is much more a time travel novel. What really matters here is the idea of time, what holds it together, what the future holds, and the world to which you are transported in the meantime.
This book has a strong sense of place without being overly atmospheric. It has a cast of believable characters even though they aren't incredibly layered or fleshed out. The writing is fun and fluid--not encumbered with lengthy sentences and descriptive prose, nor yet distracting for being elementary or simplistic. These elements (setting, character development, writing skill, and enjoyability) may not rise to award-winning levels, but when you add in the cracking good story...well, it's really quite impressive. It made for a massively enjoyable read that still sits in my imagination, waiting for a conversation to jump into. Plus, it feels rather fabulous to blow through 800+ pages in no time, doesn't it?