The Shining

So, I read The Shining, by Stephen King. You know, the one like the movie, where Jack Nicholson gone mad in a huge hotel up to the mountains. There was blood and ghosts and too much screaming. Yes, I read it and my skin crawled, the house felt too quiet and the lights were always on.

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On Writing

Recently I read On Writing: A memoir of the craft, written by Stephen King. It was a book I wanted to read for some time and I finally put my hands on it. And it was good.

The book is divided in two parts. In the first one we read about King’s life since he wants to show us how a writer was formed. During this part, I learned a lot about his life and I was surprised to learn about his alcoholism and drug addiction. But King talked about everything and I was able to understand him. I see now that it was necessary to read all these stuff before I moved on the next part, where he talks about writing. Because after that part I could judge better his likes and way on writing.