We are eight days into March and I’m already behind. Imagine that.
This also means we are eight days into reading all the Stephen King. I read A Death, the short story in the New Yorker, I’m still listening to my audiobook (Bag of Bones), and I made up a list of gifts to give the Stephen King fan in your life. Wendy compiled bloggers favorite King novels (I submitted my selection for what I consider his scariest work). Ciska has stolen what would essentially be my perfect weekend. It’s been a good week.
I know there is a readalong going on for Pet Sematary, I keep seeing the hashtag gangstercats pop up, which is brilliant.