
I first read Stephen King's Misery many years ago when I stole/borrowed my sister's copy of it. Being a naïve youth, most of the story went over my head. But then I grew up, understood more about writing, and not too long ago, came to the conclusion that King is one of my personal heroes, and a career in writing is definitely within my grasp. Diligently, I picked the book up again a couple of weeks ago. Going into the novel after a break of maybe thirteen years, the only thing I remembered about Misery was a trapped writer, insane serial killer-turned nurse, a typewriter, and something about an axe.
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