![]() Oh boy it was bad and oh boy it was good and oh boy in the end it didn’t matter how rude it was or how crude it was because in the end it was just like the Jacksons said on that record-don’t stop till you get enough.” Nasty as a handjob in sleazy bar, fine as a fuck from the world’s most talented call-girl. I gotta know if she finds out her best friend is screwing her husband. I gotta know will he catch the shitheel who killed his father. In his novel Misery, Stephen King calls this T he Gotta: “ I gotta know will she live. I move my son a little more quickly through his bedtime routine so I can curl up in my own bed and read, often until way too late, my blood pumping faster because I need to know what happens next. I read through breakfast, lunch, dinner, in line at the grocery store. I wake up thinking about the book, pluck it off my nightstand to read for those precious few minutes before my son gets up. ![]() ![]() While I am a pretty patient reader, one of my favorite experiences is when a book latches onto me from the very beginning and then does not let go. PSA: This column includes spoilers for The Cabin at the End of the World by Paul Tremblay. ![]()
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