The “extraordinary” (Booklist) novel of one man’s quest to find the source of his nightmare and to reverse it before he becomes…nothing at all. This #1 national bestseller from Stephen King, writing as Richard Bachman, “pulsates with evil…it will have you on the edge of your seat” (Publishers Weekly).
“You can’t do anything....It’s gone too far. You understand, Halleck? Too...far.”
Attorney Billy Halleck seriously enjoys living his life of upper-class excess. He’s got it all—an expensive home in Connecticut, a loving family...and fifty extra pounds that his doctor repeatedly warns will be the death of him. Then, in a moment of carelessness, Halleck commits vehicular manslaughter when he strikes a jaywalking old woman crossing the street. But Halleck has some powerful local connections, and gets off with a slap on the wrist...much to the fury of the woman’s mysterious and ancient father, who exacts revenge with a single word: “Thinner.” Now a terrified Halleck finds the weight once so difficult to shed dropping effortlessly—and rapidly—by the week. Soon there will be nothing left of Billy Halleck...unless he can somehow locate the source of his living nightmare and reverse what’s happened to him before he utterly wastes away....
“Under any name King mesmerizes the reader.” —Chicago Sun-Times
“Pulsating with evil . . . Will have you on the edge of your seat!” —Publishers Weekly
“One of America's top storytellers.” —Toronto Star
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About the Author
Stephen King is the author of more than sixty books, all of them worldwide bestsellers. His recent work includes The Institute, Elevation, The Outsider, Sleeping Beauties (cowritten with his son Owen King) and the Bill Hodges trilogy, End of Watch, Finders Keepers, and Mr. Mercedes (an Edgar Award winner for Best Novel and an AT&T Audience Network original television series). His novel 11/22/63 was named a top ten book of 2011 by The New York Times Book Review and won the Los Angeles Times Book Prize for Mystery/Thriller. His epic works The Dark Tower and It are the basis for major motion pictures, with It now the highest grossing horror film of all time. He is the recipient of the 2018 PEN America Literary Service Award, the 2014 National Medal of Arts, and the 2003 National Book Foundation Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters. He lives in Bangor, Maine, with his wife, novelist Tabitha King.
Date of Birth:September 21, 1947
Place of Birth:Portland, Maine
Education:B.S., University of Maine at Orono, 1970
Read an Excerpt
Thinner,” the old Gypsy man with the rotting nose whispers to William Halleck as Halleck and his wife, Heidi, come out of the courthouse. Just that one word, sent on the wafting, cloying sweetness of his breath. “Thinner.” And before Halleck can jerk away, the old Gypsy reaches out and caresses his cheek with one twisted finger. His lips spread open like a wound, showing a few tombstone stumps poking out of his gums. They are black and green. His tongue squirms between them and then slides out to slick his grinning, bitter lips.
This memory came back to Billy Halleck, fittingly enough, as he stood on the scales at seven in the morning with a towel wrapped around his middle. The good smells of bacon and eggs came up from downstairs. He had to crane forward slightly to read the numbers on the scale. Well . . . actually, he had to crane forward more than slightly. Actually he had to crane forward quite a lot. He was a big man. Too big, as Dr. Houston delighted in telling him. In case no one ever told you, let me pass you the information, Houston had told him after his last checkup. A man of your age, income, and habits enters heart-attack country at roughly age thirty-eight, Billy. You ought to take off some weight.
But this morning there was good news. He was down three pounds, from 249 to 246.
Well . . . the scale had actually read 251 the last time he’d had the courage to stand on it and take a good look, but he’d had his pants on, and there had been some change in his pockets, not to mention his keyring and his Swiss army knife. And the upstairs bathroom scale weighed heavy. He was morally sure of it.
As a kid growing up in New York he’d heard Gypsies had the gift of prophecy. Maybe this was the proof. He tried to laugh and could only raise a small and not very successful smile; it was still too early to laugh about Gypsies. Time would pass and things would come into perspective; he was old enough to know that. But for now he still felt sick to his too-large stomach at the thought of Gypsies, and hoped heartily he would never see another in his life. From now on he would pass on the palm-reading at parties and stick to the Ouija board. If that.
“Billy?” From downstairs.
He dressed, noting with an almost subliminal distress that in spite of the three-pound drop the waist of his pants was getting tight again. His waist size was forty-two now. He had quit smoking at exactly 12:01 on New Year’s Day, but he had paid. Oh, boy, had he paid. He went downstairs with his collar open and his tie lying around his neck. Linda, his fourteen-year-old daughter, was just going out the door in a flirt of skirt and a flip of her ponytail, tied this morning with a sexy velvet ribbon. Her books were under one arm. Two gaudy cheerleader’s pom-poms, purple and white, rustled busily in her other hand.
“ ’Bye, Dad!”
“Have a good day, Lin.”
He sat down at the table, grabbed The Wall Street Journal.
“Lover,” Heidi said.
“My dear,” he said grandly, and turned the Journal facedown beside the lazy Susan.
She put breakfast in front of him: a steaming mound of scrambled eggs, an English muffin with raisins, five strips of crisp country-style bacon. Good eats. She slipped into the seat opposite him in the breakfast nook and lit a Vantage 100. January and February had been tense—too many “discussions” that were only disguised arguments, too many nights they had finished sleeping back to back. But they had reached a modus vivendi: she had stopped dunning him about his weight and he had stopped yapping at her about her pack-and-a-half-a-day butt habit. It had made for a decent-enough spring. And beyond their own private balance, other good things had happened. Halleck had been promoted, for one. Greely, Penschley, and Kinder was now Greely, Penschley, Kinder, and Halleck. Heidi’s mother had finally made good on her long-standing threat to move back to Virginia. Linda had at last made J.V. cheerleaders and to Billy this was a great blessing; there had been times when he had been sure Lin’s histrionics would drive him into a nervous breakdown. Everything had been going just great.
Then the Gypsies had come to town.
“Thinner,” the old Gypsy man had said, and what the hell was it with his nose? Syphilis? Cancer? Or something even more terrible, like leprosy? And by the way, why can’t you just quit it? Why can’t you just let it alone?
“You can’t get it off your mind, can you?” Heidi said suddenly—so suddenly that Halleck started in his seat. “Billy, it was not your fault. The judge said so.”
“I wasn’t thinking about that.”
“Then what were you thinking about?”
“The Journal,” he said. “It says housing starts are down again this quarter.”
Not his fault, right; the judge had said so. Judge Rossington. Cary, to his friends.
Friends like me, Halleck thought. Played many a round of golf with old Cary Rossington, Heidi, as you well know. At our New Year’s Eve party two years ago, the year I thought about giving up smoking and didn’t do it, who grabbed your oh-so-grabbable tit during the traditional happy-new-year kiss? Guess who? Why, my stars! It was good old Cary Rossington, as I live and breathe!
Yes. Good old Cary Rossington, before whom Billy had argued more than a dozen municipal cases. Good old Cary Rossington with whom Billy sometimes played poker down at the club. Good old Cary Rossington who hadn’t disqualified himself when his good old golfing-and-poker buddy Billy Halleck (Cary would sometimes clap him on the back and yell, “How they hangin’, Big Bill?”) came before him in court, not to argue some point of municipal law, but on a charge of vehicular manslaughter.
And when Cary Rossington did not disqualify himself, who said boo, children? Who in this whole fair town of Fairview was the boo-sayer? Why, nobody, that’s who! Nobody said boo! After all, what were they? Nothing but a bunch of filthy Gypsies. The sooner they were out of Fairview and headed up the road in their old station wagons with the NRA stickers on the back bumpers, the sooner we saw the rear ends of their home-carpentered trailers and camper caps, the better. The sooner the—
Heidi snuffed her cigarette and said, “Shit on your housing starts. I know you better.”
Billy supposed so. And he supposed she had been thinking about it, too. Her face was too pale. She looked her age—thirty-five—and that was rare. They had married very, very young, and he still remembered the traveling salesman who had come to the door selling vacuum cleaners one day after they had been married three years. He had looked at the twenty-two-year-old Heidi Halleck and had asked politely, “Is your mother home, hon?”
“Not hurting my appetite any,” he said, and that was certainly true. Angst or no angst, he had lain waste to the scrambled eggs, and of the bacon there was now no sign. He drank half his orange juice and gave her a big old Billy Halleck grin. She tried to smile back and it didn’t quite happen. He imagined her wearing a sign: MY SMILER IS TEMPORARILY OUT OF ORDER.
He reached across the table and took her hand. “Heidi, it’s all right. And even if it’s not, it’s all over.”
“I know it is. I know.”
“No. Not anymore. She says . . . she says her girlfriends are being very supportive.”
For about a week after it had happened, their daughter had had a bad time of it. She had come home from school either in tears or close to them. She had stopped eating. Her complexion had flared up. Halleck, determined not to overreact, had gone in to see her homeroom teacher, the assistant principal, and Linda’s beloved Miss Nearing, who taught phys ed and cheerleading. He ascertained (ah, there was a good lawyerly word) that it was teasing, mostly—as rough and unfunny as most junior-high-school teasing is apt to be, and tasteless to be sure, considering the circumstances, but what could you expect of an age group that thought dead-baby jokes were the height of wit?
He had gotten Linda to take a walk with him up the street. Lantern Drive was lined with tasteful set-back-from-the-road homes, homes which began at roughly $75,000 and worked up into the $200,000 indoor-pool-and-sauna range by the time you got to the country-club end of the street.
Linda had been wearing her old madras shorts, which were now torn along one seam . . . and, Halleck observed, her legs had now grown so long and coltish that the leg bands of her yellow cotton panties showed. He felt a pang of mingled regret and terror. She was growing up. He supposed she knew the old madras shorts were too small, worn out in the bargain, but he guessed she had put them on because they made a link with a more comforting childhood, a childhood where daddies did not have to go to court and stand trial (no matter how cut-and-dried that trial might be, with your old golf buddy and that drunken grabber of your wife’s tit, Cary Rossington, driving the gavel), a childhood where kids did not rush up to you on the soccer field during period four while you were eating your lunch to ask you how many points your dad had gotten for bagging the old lady.
* * *
You understand it was an accident, don’t you, Linda?
She nods, not looking at him. Yes, Daddy.
She came out between two cars without looking either way. There was no time for me to stop. Absolutely no time.
Daddy, I don’t want to hear about it.
I know you don’t. And I don’t want to talk about it. But you are hearing about it. At school.
She looks at him feafully. Daddy! You didn’t—
Go to your school? Yeah. I did. But not until three-thirty yesterday afternoon. There were no kids there at all, at least that I could see. No one’s going to know.
She relaxes. A little.
I heard you’ve been getting some pretty rough handling from the other kids. I’m sorry about that.
It hasn’t been so bad, she says, taking his hand. Her face—the fresh scatter of angry-looking pimples on her forehead—tells a different story. The pimples say the handling has been rough indeed. Having a parent arrested is not a situation even Judy Blume covers (although someday she probably will).
I also hear you’ve been handling it pretty well, Billy Halleck says. Not making a big thing out of it. Because if they ever see they’re getting under your skin . . .
Yeah, I know, she says glumly.
Miss Nearing said she was especially proud of you, he says. It’s a small lie. Miss Nearing hadn’t said precisely that, but she had certainly spoken well of Linda, and that meant almost as much to Halleck as it did to his daughter. And it does the job. Her eyes brighten and she looks at Halleck for the first time.
She did, Halleck confirms. The lie comes easily and convincingly. Why not? He has told a lot of lies just lately.
She squeezes his hand and smiles at him gratefully.
They’ll let it go pretty soon, Lin. They’ll find some other bone to chew. Some girl will get pregnant or a teacher will have a nervous breakdown or some boy will get busted for selling pot or cocaine. And you’ll be off the hook. Get it?
She throws her arms around him suddenly and hugs him tight. He decides she isn’t growing up so fast after all, and that not all lies are bad. I love you, Daddy, she says.
I love you too, Lin.
He hugs her back and suddenly someone turns on a big stereo amplifier in the front of his brain and he hears the double-thud again: the first as the Ninety-Eight’s front bumper strikes the old Gypsy woman with the bright red cloth kerchief over her scraggly hair, the second as the big front wheels pass over her body.
And her hand leaves Halleck’s lap.
Halleck hugs his daughter tighter, feeling goose flesh break all over his body.
* * *
“More eggs?” Heidi asked, breaking into his reverie.
“No. No, thanks.” He looked at his clean plate with some guilt: no matter how bad things got, they had never gotten bad enough to cause him to lose either sleep or his appetite.
“Are you sure you’re . . . ?”
“Okay?” He smiled. “I’m okay, you’re okay, Linda’s okay. As they say on the soap operas, the nightmare is over—can we please get back to our lives?”
“That’s a lovely idea.” This time she returned his smile with a real one of her own—she was suddenly under thirty again, and radiant. “Want the rest of the bacon? There’s two slices left.”
“No,” he said, thinking of the way his pants nipped at his soft waist (what waist, ha-ha? a small and unfunny Don Rickles spoke up in his mind—the last time you had a waist was around 1978, you hockey puck), the way he had to suck in his gut to hook the catch. Then he thought of the scale and said, “I’ll have one of them. I’ve lost three pounds.”
She had gone to the stove in spite of his original no—sometimes she knows me so well it gets to be depressing, he thought. Now she glanced back. “You are still thinking about it, then.”
“I’m not,” he said, exasperated. “Can’t a man lose three pounds in peace? You keep saying you’d like me a little . . .”
“. . . a little less beefy.” Now she had gotten him thinking about the Gypsy again. Dammit! The Gypsy’s eaten nose and the scaly feel of that one finger sliding along his cheek in the moment before he had reacted and jerked away—the way you would jerk away from a spider or from a clittering bundle of beetles fuming in a knot under a rotted log.
She brought him the bacon and kissed his temple. “I’m sorry. You go right ahead and lose some weight. But if you don’t, remember what Mr. Rogers says—”
“—I like you just the way you are,” they finished in unison.
He prodded at the overturned Journal by the lazy Susan, but that was just too depressing. He got up, went outside, and found the New York Times in the flowerbed. The kid always threw it in the flowerbed, never had his numbers right at the end of the week, could never remember Bill’s last name. Billy had wondered on more than one occasion if it was possible for a twelve-year-old kid to become a victim of Alzheimer’s disease.
He took the paper back inside, opened it to the sports, and ate the bacon. He was deep in the box scores when Heidi brought him another half of English muffin, golden with melting butter.
Halleck ate it almost without being aware he was doing so.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Suffering from dyslexia , learning to read was hard, when i finally did learn to read.this book was my choice.I owe Mr King A Debt of gratitude,since reading this book,i have read everthing i could get my hands on, for the last twenty years..its an oldie but a goodie .. The Stand is my Faverite. But thinner is near and dear to my Heart. Thank you Mr King.
THINNER Thinner has been getting bad reviews since it's publication in 1984. It is not one of King's best, but it's not deserving of such a bum rap. True, it has your small town cruel hypocrisy, those upper crust citizens who are so willing to oust the undesirables when they have outlived their usefulness. What different about Thinner is there is not one, with the possible exception of Billy's daughter Linda, redeemable or likeable character in this story. I detect no remorse in the main character, Billy Halleck, who ran down the old Gypsy woman. He loses no sleep and suffers no lose of appetite, until his actions begin to effect him, and even then, he passes the buck on to his wife and the victim. When time is running out he turns to an old client, whom he seems to admire and trust, a mobster Ginelli. Although we all [SK fans] have a differing opinion on which book is his best, I'm sure we all agree, this book is not Stephen King's masterpiece. I consider it worth the time to read or listen to. I enjoyed listening to the book; Joe Mantegna's reading gave more depth to the story, although I will always prefer to hear Stephen King read his tales.
This book had such potential. Then Stephen couldn't figure out, as is often the case, how to end the book. Bad, really bad ending.
As always, I love this Stephen King book. I've been reading all the ones that I've missed over the years because now I have access through my NOOK. A suspenceful story with discriptions that allow you to visualize the story!!
I have never been one to besmirch a stephen king novel but even if i was unbaised in this matter i would still say i absolutely adored this book.
Before I begin to critize this book, I feel I should first acknowledge it's originality and it's interestingly written plot. It's incredibly unique, I don't think any other book in history even comes close to touching this ones plot. There, now time to critize. It's ending, ah, it's ending leaves something (a lot of things) to be desired. The problem is, the book keeps getting better and better, and than, well, it stops. I finished the book in 2 days on my Nook, and it was well worth the read, and any Stephen King fan should read it.
Thinner is a simple concept done extremely well. A relatively straight forward revenge horror tale.Hefty lawyer Billy Halleck is cursed by an old gypsy man who brushes his cheek and says "Thinner". From there he begins losing two to three pounds a day, regardless of his calorie intake.The horror starts slowly as at first Billy is quite happy to be shedding his extra weight. As keeps shrinking however, things become more paranoid and desperate.Thinner is a throwback to earlier Stephen King novels, tightly focused on Billy's plight and his investigations. The characters are still as well developed as I've come to expect from Stephen King, just here his cast is much smaller (Billy's is the only point of view we really follow) and he doesn't follow them down as many rat holes.One thing I appreciate about reading a Stephen King story is that he clearly does his research. When the book would discuss legal issues, the history of the gypsies or the medical complications of unstoppable weight loss he always adds in enough detail to show that he's not just making this stuff up.Thinner is about as lean a thriller as we are likely to get from Stephen King, yet it still has enough detail and depth of character to keep it from feeling skeletal.
Thinner is the last of the Bachman books before the world officially knew that Richard Bachman was actually Stephen King (although by this point most fans were at least 90% sure.) As such, this novel is more in the style of king than in the more raw style that I found in the other earlier Bachman books.Thinner is a great "revenge" novel. The story moves quickly and the main character's race against time keeps the pages turning at a fairly rapid pace. The nice thing about this one is that, in true King fashion, nobody is truly safe and almost everyone, in some way, truly deserves what they get in the end. I really did enjoy this one and, though it's not amongst King's very best, it's right there on the second tier. It's a fun book (and the movie follows the novel fairly accurately) that I'll most probably enjoy again someday.Thinner is a great "revenge" novel. The story moves quickly and the main character's race against time keeps the pages turning at a fairly rapid pace.I really did enjoy this one and, though it's not amongst King's very best, it's right there on the second tier. It's a fun book (and the movie follows the novel fairly accurately) that I'll most probably enjoy again someday.
As with many of King's works, I find his books that deal with real people to be far scarier and more entertaining than the books that involve supernatural (and many times silly) monsters and beings. Gerald's Game, Dolores Claiborne, The Shining, Misery are terrifying without being ridiculous.
The book Thinner is definitely not Stephen King's best book that he ever wrote. I think that's because it was one of his first books that he ever wrote. In the book Thinner, Billy Halleck loses weight because he was cursed by this old Gypsy guy who's name is Lemke because Billy and his wife ran over Lemke's daughter. And Billy is a lawyer and has many connections with the town so he got off really easy the judge declared it an accident. And the cop that was involved didn't really investigate the scene. He just declared that Lemke's daughter was jay walking which is illegal. So through out the story it goes on that Billy is losing a dangerous amount of weight and his family basically think that he is crazy and that this "curse" that was put on him is all in his head. But Billy knows that it isn't because the judge Rossington was cursed with turning into a reptile and the police officer Hoppley was cursed with a severe case of acne that was very painful. So Billy went on this chase to find the Gypsy's and to tell him to take the curse off. Throughout the story it goes to tell on that Billy has this friend who is a famous drug dealer that will help him find the Gypsy's. When Billy finds the Gypsy's camp he demands that Lemke takes the curse off or that Billy will put the curse off the "white man from town" on them. It turns out that the curse that Billy put on the Gypsy's is his drug dealer Ginelli. Ginelli just terrorizes the Gypsy's till they are extremely frightened and agree to take the curse off. Im not going to say too much because I want you guys to read the book to find out the events in more detail. And you will have to read the book to find out how it ends. I will say that it is very shocking!!!!
This started off pretty slow for me. I was having trouble seeing how a guy getting skinnier and skinnier was going to fill 300+ pages without getting ridiculous, but in the end it sped up and turned out to be a pretty good read.
A gypsy puts a curse on three men. One of them loses weight no matter how much he eats. He seeks to have the curse removed. This is a well-written, but very dark book.
Not a bad little take on the idea of a gypsy curse.
Another creepy book - pretty good read.
Mr. King has done a lot better. Pass.
This story gave me a whole new thought on how to treat others. Even the though of something mystical happening I would prefer it not be what happened in this book!
It's a painfully simple concept for a story: overweight man runs down gypsy, man's judge friend gets him off, gypsy's father curses man, man begins to lose weight at a horrifying rate, man hunts down gypsy's father to get curse removed. Considering all the stuff up to and including the man getting cursed happens before the book even begins, there is definitely not enough story here to fill 300 pages. It all feels like padding - the altercation with the doctor, the stories of the judge and police chief, even the lengthy bit of tracking down the gypsy caravan. It would have been much better as a short story. I hear the movie is good, which makes sense - this is something that could easily be condensed into a 90-minute film without losing anything. (Though I hear the ending is different, which is a shame since that was one of the few parts of the book that didn't drag on endlessly.)
Stephen King is the master of giving me the creeps. This book was no exception. Billy Halleck, an overweight well-to-do lawyer, messes up big time and hits an old gypsy woman with his car and kills her. Billy gets off scot-free which pisses the gypsies off, so they curse Billy. Billy loses weight faster than an anorexic, wasting away to nothing. I guess what really creeped me out the most was how the doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. It got me thinking about how much we depend on doctors to fix us if we get sick and how scary it would be to have a mysterious disease no one had seen before. Needless to say, this was worth a read during a long summer day.
Billy kills a traveling gypsy in a hit-and-run. His arrogance and narcissism leds the head gypsy to curse him and the good old boys involved in brushing aside the death. Billy goes to extreme measures to fight the curse he is given. In a twisted ending Billy meets an ironic fate. One of King's best. This one was more realistic, similar to Carrie than to say Desperation. It made me wonder if something like this could really happen in a small town on a dark and stormy night.
One of his most original ideas. A slightly overweight D.A. runs a band of Gypsies out of his town illegally. They in turn put a curse on him to lose weight. He must find them to get the curse removed before he fades away to nothing.
This is one of my favorite King tales. I love Richie and remember vividly his revenge. At once I felt anger towards the gypsies, but also understood why they did what they did. It's horrible to be discounted so totally by society; by those with more power than you. In the end, Bill learns his lesson and decides he cannot live with it. I love the ending.
I went back to read several King novels I missed over the years . This one kept me going! A good read indeed. Enjoy.
Book Review of Thinner Stephen King's Thinner was quite an interesting read, in my opinion. Surprisingly, the book was not as scary as it seemed from the description. It was more suspenseful, I would say, in terms of feelings that it evokes. Likewise, this book could be considered a psychological thriller than that of a real horror book. This is due to how it made the reader think throughout the course of the book. Everything plays out in the mind and leads the reader to questioning not only the book, but also their own lives and actions, as well. There were a number of times while I was reading that I was shocked by what was happening. Several twists within the plot threw me off, but it added another element of diversity to the story line, which I found made the book even better to read. The story appears to be very original, to me, because I have never heard of a book about a person cursed and following them as they try to get the curse taken off of them, but adding side stories and such to create more depth. Personally, although I am a fan of psychological thrillers, I thought the book could have been scarier. Even though it was not as scary as expected, it was still written well and was an easy, enjoyable read for me. Compared to other types of horror books, this book differs slightly due to the fact that it talks about Gypsy magic. In most horror books, it seems, that there is a crazy murderer, or black magic, maybe even voodoo brought into the picture. This is more of a unique concept for a plot line than most books. The subject of Gypsy magic has often been heard, but is not often described, especially in a book, at least to my knowledge. Also, in comparison of writing style or how the book is set up, I would compare Thinner to that of one of James Patterson. I say this because in Patterson's novels he tends to write from multiple perspectives and not just within the same chapter, but from separate chapters viewing the same situation from mulitple people's perspective. To me, Thinner had a similar quality to this in how it was presented to the audience. Although the multiple perspectives were not always broken into multiple chapters they were still present, adding a nice effect. There were a number of quotes that I found to be helpful in choosing to read this book due to their content. These quotes came from both professionals and from average readers alike. Kirkus Reviews stated that they had “Genuine Chills” from reading the book. This quote was enticing and made me question as to where the chills were coming from and what or who had been their cause. Thriller lover, a reader and reviewer of the book, wrote: “This book isn't necessarily horrific or scary, but it's pretty suspenseful.” To some this quote may have been a reason to put the book down, but to me it was an encouragement to read more because I wanted to find out whether I agreed or not. Lastly was the quote from Booklist that simply states: “Superbly crafted . . . extraordinary.” This was probably the most memorable of the quotes because it may have a double meaning to it. I was curious to see whether the extraordinary was meant about how the book was written or extraordinary in the sense that there something not human in the book that was causing it to be so great. Also there were several quotes from the book that were memorable to me as a reader. The first is stated by Billy Halleck, the main character, and it says: “But it's hard for a man to give up all his pleasures, even when they don't pleasure him no more.” This quote is meaningful to me because it is relatable for mot people because as humans we are creatures of habit that don't want to change even if those constants in life no longer make us happy or help us. The next quote was said by Taduz Lemke, the “bad guy” of the book, and he states: “I never take it off. I die with it in my mouth.” Again there is deeper meaning behind these words. Many people in this world would go to the grave holding a grudge or being angry at something or someone just because they can. This stubbornness is shown through the character and reflects on many people within today's society. Also stated by Taduz Lemke was the quote “Justice, ain't bringing back the dead, white man. Justice, is about justice. Your friend the policeman, your friend the judge, they make sure nothing happen to you. They help you safe. But I make sure something happen to them. That justice, white man. Gyspy Justice!” This is again a reflection of today's society and how although there can be “justice” provided by a person or a court it may not be fair, but someone else will find a way to make things fair and just in their own sense of the word. Lastly is another quote from Billy Halleck and it states: “Some guys – a lot of guys – don't believe what they are seeing. Especially if it gets in the way of what they eat or drink or believe.” This last quote resonated with me because it is so true, people always have and always will see what they want to see as long as they are content. As soon as something disturbs their personal life then there are issues. Overall there were a lot of great quotes from the book, but these were some of my favourites. To bring my review to a close, I had a few discussion questions that I wanted to ask. Why would he author give away the curse and plot of the book right from the start? Can the effects of guilt truly alter a person's character? Are side stories withing the main plot confusing or distracting to the reader? And finally, does the idea of being cursed to lose weight relate to the state of o\the country as a whole in any way?