And the series continues. It's something special when you read a book that has so much of the author's heart and soul laced into the pages. This series is so much a part of King that he had to make himself a character in it (that scene with King talking to Eddie Dean and Roland was something else. 
 Like with all books in the series thus far, the journey has been infinitely more important than the destination. His mind truly is an amazing thing, the way he doesnt see himself as a great architect, but a vessel for his imagination--or simply a translator for his fantasies. It's honestly the only way I could see someone constructing a universe (or a multi-verse) the way he has. Could you imagine outlining every detail of this series? How exhausting that would be--not just exhausting, in fact I think that's the wrong word altogether. Daunting. Yeah, that sounds better. If I had to outline a series like this I think I would be too intimidated to start. No wonder it was hidden in a waste box for decades in his basement, I'd be terrified to face this mammoth down too. 
 Anyway, there really is something about reading a book by a great. There's just some sort of emotional stirring in your gut when you read their work, something that reminds you just what greatness is. I love this series, and I now look on to the last book sad that it's coming to an end. Don't get me wrong, I'm ready to see the Tower and follow Roland inside but I'm sad the journey is coming to a close. The good news is, there are more great books out there to read--but there's only one dark tower.