That's a pretty nice living room, isn't it? I should know - I was in it all weekend. It was cold, rainy, and windy outside, so it was definitely a weekend to stay in and watch a movie (or three). To make Rice Krispie trears, enjoy some football, and to start the new Stephen King book.

I've always believed that Stephen King books are the scariest when you stop reading in the middle. After you finish the book, you think "Well, everything seems to have wrapped up - no need to worry about evil clowns or telekinetic high school girls." But in the middle - when you don't know how it's going to end - that's what keeps you awake at night, wondering if the sound in your closet is going to turn out to be a psychotic Saint Bernard or a Tommyknocker.

Or a Shawshank.