“Trisha came down on her back and slid that way, legs spread, arms waving, screaming in pain and terror and surprise. Her poncho and the back of her shirt pulled up to her shoulderblades; sharp pieces of rock tore snatches of skin from between them. She tried to brake with her feet. The left one struck a jutting outcrop of shale and turned her to the right…”
   If you’ve been searching for a novel loaded with thrills, chills, and excitement, don’t read this book. This book is a quintessential part of how name recognition sells anything with Stephen King’s name on it. Compared to his earlier works, The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon falls short, and falls short by a long shot. During the beginning, Trisha faces mysterious plot twists and multiple false alarms that keep the reader on the edge of their seat. Yet these seem to peter out more toward the end and finally collapsing into a weak climax and even weaker resolution.