Novel: Horror, Comedy. Contains adult situations, violence, and disturbing imagery. This review contains spoilers. When I was young, I lived in a small town in South Carolina. There was a library there, it was dusty and cramped, and had a weird smell. And when I and my siblings visited it, we didn’t really read that much. We preferred to play the games on the computers there. But one day, when I must have been eleven or twelve I entered the back room, the “adult” fiction, and I found a treasure trove of Stephen King books. I had already known about him, I don’t quite remember how I had first heard of him, but I had a very definitive idea of what he looked like. In my mind’s eye, he looked like a nonexistent author from a Scooby-doo cartoon, with slick black hair, thick glasses with a thick neck. As it turned out, he was a scrawny fellow with gray hair and a thin face. But I had been quite enthusiastic about writing, and my love of horror was blossoming at the time. So...
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