We all float down here. You’ll float too. You’ll float too!
I won't, I sink in any water, I have no bodily buoyancy whatsoever like my father before me who sank on his own tropical honeymoon and had to be hauled to the surface by my mother.
Unrelated I just read Stephen King's "Carrie" and might try "It" next.
Not to become a Stephen King liveblog but holy hell it’s a long book-
I see what you did there, Stephen…
I love when the writer works the book title into the prose-
However great his flaws and however much I joke, I respect King’s writing genius and here’s why:
The kids are approaching It’s lair. They’re joking nervously and crudely. They’re a couple stupid kids and they’re scared to death. The class clown of the bunch watches his intrepid friend whose brother was killed by it, whose parents have gone cold from that. It’s an action scene but in one single sentence, a friend understands a friend-
Those last words hit me as a reader in a way that reminds me why I love to read and what I want to write. An Anton Ego ratatouille moment.
It’s a book about friends. I love It.
