The Shining (The Shining, #1)

by Stephen King

A chilled finger pressed gently against the base of his spine, cooling him off ten degrees. It was joined by others and they suddenly rippled all the way up his back to his medulla oblongata, playing his spine like a jungle instrument.

This is how I felt reading the last few chapters of the book!

The woman in the seat by the window was reading You Can Be Your Own Best Friend with a sour, unbelieving expression on her face.

King's version of RBF. I can imagine befriending this lady :)

At 8:31 A.M., MST, a woman on TWA’s Flight 196 burst into tears and began to bugle her own opinion, which was perhaps not unshared among some of the other passengers (or even the crew, for that matter), that the plane was going to crash. The sharp-faced woman next to Hallorann looked up from her book and offered a brief character analysis: “Ninny,” and went back to her book.

But when the young marry in haste they must repent in leisure, and perhaps Daddy’s daddy had married the same type of woman, so that unconsciously Jack’s daddy had also married one, as Jack himself had.