I’ve been worried about my lack of interest in reading lately. (As a hard core bookworm, not being able to concentrate on text was a huge and unwelcome change.)
D sent me a Chapters gift card for my recent birthday. Rather than spend it on a scented candle or coffee mug, I chose a novel. I went for one I’d read before, by an author who never disappoints–Stephen King’s Pet Sematary.
I read it in two days!
Friends, I believe (hope!) my reading funk is officially over.
As for Pet Sematary–like many of King’s books, the horror didn’t fully hit until I was snuggled under the duvet with my Chihuahua, and things started going bump in the night.
Eek! I give Pet Sematary two shaking thumbs up.