I am so excited to have this ginormous book in my hands. I've been on the waiting list at the library since it came out in November. They emailed me yesterday and told me it was ready. I couldn't get there fast enough to pick it up.
I'm not a fanatic about Stephen King, but I do love him. The Stand is his best, but he's got so many good ones. His memoir, On Writing, is my favorite. I just re-read it recently, now that I'm trying this writing thing full time.
So...instead of writing, I'm READING. (Which Stephen King encourages lots of in his aforementioned book.)
It is so heavy that I kind of have to prop it up on the covers in between turning pages. 849 pages. I read the first 30 or so last night. It's good.
And as I took this picture at the kitchen table this morning, look what I saw:
So, as he ate his Froot Loops this morning I pointed out the holes. "Uh. Yeah. That was an accident."
And you know what? That was enough for me.
On to reading.