Paul Sheldon was lucky: even though he was intoxicated while he wrecked his car in a snowstorm, he lived to tell the tale. And telling tales, well, that just happens to be his occupation. Annie Wilkes, a former nurse and incidentally his Number One Fan, pulled him from the wreckage of his car, took him home, splinted his broken legs and slowly nursed him back to health. Then she found out that Sheldon killed off her favorite character, Misery Chastain. And unless he brings Misery back to life, Annie will take real good care of her pet writer …
Misery is one of the very few books by Stephen King that made me a little bit uncomfortable. I mean, sure, Annie Wilkes is no Pennywise. But unlike the eater of children, the devourer of worlds,
a completely fucking batshit insane woman with an axe is some evil I can believe in.
- Stephen King — Misery
- umber whunnn
yerrrnnn umber whunnn
fayunnnn
These sounds: even in the haze.
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Do you have a new lettertype for the headings or am I slow noticing?
It should have been there in decent browsers ever since the redesign was finalized, but I made some tweaks on friday because it wasn't quite working on my laptop (Fx3.5 under Linux needs the precise font-name), so maybe it started to work everywhere else just then.