It’s the summer of 1973 and Devin Jones has just signed on to work at a beachside carnival–that may be haunted.
Joyland is Stephen King at his most elegiac and nostalgic, ordinarily my least favorite mode of his, but this book really got me. I loved the carnival setting, the lingo, watching Devin learn the ropes. Sure, he was a little bit Mary Sue but it mostly worked. I felt that the plot faltered in the second half but I wasn’t expecting anything heavy so it ultimately didn’t bother me. I doubt I’ll be reading this one again but I did pass it on to my brother with a wholehearted recommendation.