A weekly post in which I reminisce over a backlist favorite.
Today’s backlist shoutout goes to Pet Sematary by Stephen King. This book right here is the one that started my love for the man. It’s also the one, the only one, of his books that caused nightmares. Nightmares that lasted for years that always ended with my waking in the middle of the night when I hit the point in the dream where the cat attacked and sunk its razor-sharp eye teeth (are they called eye teeth in cats?) into my left forearm. Always my left forearm. And yet I went back and read it for a second time within a year. Because I’m a sucker for punishment? Because I could not get enough of King’s writing? Both.
After Pet Sematary, I went on to read anything by King that I could get my hands on. I feel that I’ve read a decent number of his books, but I won’t lie and tell you I’ve read them all. I haven’t. But I will. He’s my “rainy day” author. Someone who’s books I love so much, but can’t stand the thought of running out of. So I stall. I wait for the perfect rainy day, when I can hole up and completely immerse myself in his crazy ass world and check another title off my list.
So there you have it. My first and favorite Stephen King book. It’s really no surprise that I’ve became a cat lady. Meow.
The Creeds. An ideal family. Physician father, beautiful wife, charming little daughter, adorable infant son. Even a friendly cat. Close, loving, wonderfully alive.
When they found the old house and enchanting grounds in rural Maine, it seemed too good to be true. It was. For the truth was bloodchilling – something more terrifying than death itself – and hideously more powerful.
**Synopsis is from the book in the picture, ISBN 0451162072