The silly in fear

With a Border's gift-card burning a hole in me pocket, I went to the store on Sunday and spent it all.

I bought new copies of GERALD'S GAME and IT (originals lost or loaned and never seen again), MISTRESS OF THE ART OF DEATH (she had me at the Middle Ages and pilgrims from Canterbury), WYRD SISTERS, ODD AND THE FROST GIANTS (been looking for this one forevah!), and PATIENT ZERO. Such riches!

I spent the night scaring myself shitless with GERALD'S GAME***. The book is creeeepppyy! And this is on the re-read!

The wind was tap-tap-tapping on the screen above my head where I was reading on the couch. At one point, the idea (one of those Athena ones that aren't process so much as full-blown) struck that I'd look up and see a face. Not just any face, but my father come back from the grave.

It froze me until I remembered he's been dead for almost ten years and would most likely be a skeleton. If I looked up and saw a skeleton, it'd be horrible, but it wouldn't be a recognizable horror.

That was comforting.




***I don't agree with critics who say the book is King saying sex games are THE EVIL. That's missing the point of the plot, the theme, the characters, and conflicts. And the understood rule that King can do no wrong and even if he does, DID YOU NOT READ THE FIRST PART OF THE SENTENCE?!