11/22/63, by Stephen King.

Vividly atmospheric; nostalgic but not blind to the problems of the fifties and sixties; with characters who you feel deeply invested in, personal goals, detailed research, and the usual King shout-outs to other corners of his work.  Shows all the expected hallmarks of  Really Late King, in accordance with my Geological Epochs of Stephen King classification system.

As with other Really Late King, too much violence against women as a motivator for male characters.  And while the ending was well-crafted, it seemed to me at odds with the themes of the book, a weak explanation for earlier mysteries, and quite simply not what I was in the mood for.

The scene in which our time-travelling hero teaches a couple of the kids from IT to Lindy Hop, however, is a thing of beauty and a delight in every way.

What does everyone else think?

Well.

Sometimes, even amidst the raked muck of the Internet, there is something so outrageously horrible and hateful and offensive that you just need to link to it.

Here's an article like that.

Don't thank me.