Master of horror, Stephen King, has written over fifty novels, but you don’t have to read nearly that many before you start noticing the patterns in his work. Everyone choose a different Stephen King book and start playing Kingo: Stephen King bingo.
(Source: College Humor)
A classic of American literature, ruined by man’s best friend.
Chapter 1: Economy
When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, with my dog Scrappy.
Scrappy is a dachshund mix I got from a “breeder” in Lexington. She met me in the back of the Stop and Shop and fished him from a crate of puppies in the backseat. $150 cash. No receipt, no worries. A man is rich in proportion to the number of bullshit things he doesn’t have to worry about.
Chapter 2: Where I Lived and What I Lived For
To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning. To be awake is to be alive.
But at 4:30am? Christ, Scrappy. I awaken to the incessant lap of his tongue on his under-parts. Desperate, I resort to earplugs. The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation trying to drown out such sounds.
Chapter 5: Solitude
I have a great deal of company in my house; especially in the morning, when nobody calls. I am no more lonely than the Mill Brook, or a weathercock, or the northstar, or the south wind, or an April shower, or a January thaw, or the first spider in a new house.
Plus I have this fucking dog. Who barks when a cricket scratches its ear - Keep reading
"That’s not toys!"
If you’re going to form a book club, form one with your best friend.
She’s almost as robotic as the anchorlady.
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Now that summer’s coming to an end it’s time to hit the books again. Just maybe not these ones (unless you’re taking some very strange classes). Here’s 13 books with strange titles.
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Photography by Thomas Edison, sound mixing by Henry Ford.
If you can’t afford the real thing, there’s always knock-offs.
Now that’s what I call wood work.
“Great book! I couldn’t put it down! I killed three people!”