(My cousin Joachim was to give a leg and an eye for the Kaiser, receiving in return an Iron Cross and a small pension. The Nazis, when they came to power, took back both, and then took the rest of him.)
from The Prince of West End Avenue
(My cousin Joachim was to give a leg and an eye for the Kaiser, receiving in return an Iron Cross and a small pension. The Nazis, when they came to power, took back both, and then took the rest of him.)
Her mother reached up and pinched her own face. It left a mark. She looked to Carrie for reaction, saw none, hooked her right hand into claws and ripped it across her own cheek, bringing thin blood. She whined and rocked back on her heels. Her eyes glowed with exaltation.Carrie, standing her ground, goes to the fateful prom anyway. While she is preparing for Tommy to pick her up, doubtful, thinking that he may not come and that would be the trick they play on her this time, Billy is preparing for the big revenge. For him, it does not actually matter who sits on the throne of the kind and queen of the prom. He just wants to dump the pigs' blood he collected on somebody.
It was either laugh or cry, and who could bring himself to cry over Carrie after all those years?
They've forgotten her, you know. They've made her into some kind of a symbol and forgotten that she was a human being, as real as you reading this, with hopes and dreams and blah, blah, blah. Useless to tell you that, I suppose. Nothing can change her back now from something made out of newsprint into a person. But she was, and she hurt. More than any of us probably know, she hurt.Stephen King's writing style
The Receipt is this.
To every 100. Cacaos, you must put two cods of the Chileslong red Pepper, of which I have spoken before, and are called in the Indian Tongue, Chilparlagua; and in stead of those of the Indies, you may take those of Spaine which are broadest & least hot. One handful of Annis-seed Orejuelas, which are otherwise called Pinacaxlidos: and two of the flowers, called Mechasuchil, if the Belly be bound. But in stead of this, in Spaine, we put in six Roses of Alexandria beat to Powder: One Cod of Campeche, or Logwood: Two Drams of Cinamon; Almons, and Hasle-Nuts, of each one Dozen: Of white Sugar, halfe a pound: of Achiote enough to give it the colour. Anf if you cannot have those things, which come from the Indies, you may make it with the rest.
She may have committed the Sin of Lustful Thoughts. She may have been listening to rock 'n roll music on the radio. She may have been tempted by the Antichrist.
He was not sure he could recall ever having seen Billy Nolan smile before. There had not even been rumors.
From My Name Is Susan Snell (p. 23):Next up is part two of the book, simply titled 'Prom Night' (part one is called 'Blood Sport'). We all know what's coming.
They finally even made a movie about it. I saw it last April. When I came out, I was sick. Whenever anything important happens in America, they have to gold-plate it, like baby shoes. That way you can forget it. And forgetting Carrie White may be a bigger mistake than anyone realizes....
She could still remember that day, the stares, and the sudden, awful silence when she had gotten down on her knees before lunch in the school cafeteria - the laughter had begun on that day and had echoed up through the years.What a sad, sad childhood Carrie must have led, under the ever watchful eye of an oppressive religious zealot (and her deceased father was no better, apparently). And when she has the chance to finally connect to regular people doing something that she imagines to be normal turns her into a social pariah.
"Get up, woman. Let's us get in and pray. Let's us pray to Jesus for our woman-weak, wicked, sinning souls."That scene is where I am in the book at the moment. At this point, I have already stumbled upon two things that have recurring appearances in King works:
It is not often that I read a book after I've already seen the film based on it (unless it's Stephen Kind, I'll always read Stephen King). In this case my calculation was great film = great book. And I had never read any McCarthy before, so it was high time, anyway.Toast is very palatable and digestible when properly prepared. Many seem to think that they have made toast when they brown the outside of a slice of bread. Have they?
The object in making toast is to evaporate all moisture from the bread, and holding a slice over the fire to singe does not accomplish this; it only warms the moisture, making the inside of the bread doughy and decidedly indigestible. The true way of preparing it is to cut the bread into slices a quarter of an inch thick, trim off all crust, put the slices in a pan or plate, place them in the oven - which must not be too hot - take them out when a delicate brown, and butter at once.
For my own use I dry all home-made bread in this manner.
Dear Everbody is compiled of letters to everybody that touched the writer's life - in good or bad ways. The recepients range from his parents to the Tooth Fairy. It also includes newspaper clippings, discussions between father and son, diary entries, a eulogy, etc.The iPhone 2 led to the 3, but I didn't get the 4 or 5 because I'm holding out for the 7, which, I've heard on good authority, can also be used as Taser. This will mean I'll have just one less thing to carry around. And isn't that technology's job? To lighten our burden? To broaden our horizons? To make it possible to talk to your attorney and listen to a Styx album and check the obituaries in the town where your parents continue to live and videotape a race riot and send a text message and stun someone into submission all at the same time?
First of all, I love the cover design of the book. It looks like a pulp novel and some of it fittingly reads like a gangster story.