What I'm Reading Right Now
Our stop at Stephen King's house in Bangor had me craving a good scare.
The copy I'm reading is my old paperback with the same creepy illustration. I bought it when I was in high school with money from my very first part-time job as an Irving girl.
When I'm reading it, I'm very careful that my fingers aren't anywhere near the scary mouth. No, I'm not kidding.