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Misery was my very first Stephen King novel. There I was, a highly impressionable 14-year-old girl, completely enamored with romances that didn't shy away from vivid sex scenes. Then my favorite English teacher recommended that I read Misery. "Your life will never be the same," he said. And boy, was he right. Misery delves into the mind of a fan who loves their chosen celebrity a little too obsessively. It's like the man who shot John Lennon or the stalkers who drive to Miley Cyrus's house armed with a bouquet of roses and a foam finger. The kind of oddballs who give a fandom a bad name. In this story, Paul Sheldon is rescued from a car crash by his number one fan, Annie. She adores his books, but when she discovers that Paul killed her favorite character in the latest installment, she gets a little more than just upset. But never mind, she has the genius behind the masterpiece right there! Paul is going to bring his character back from the dead for one final encore, or else she'll fly into a rage again. And trust me, you do not want to make Annie angry. Are you scared yet? King's writing has an uncanny ability to place you right in the shoes of the characters. He alone can transform the often-dreaded third-person perspective into a first-person experience, making you feel as if you're right there with Paul every step of the way. You sense his terror when he realizes that his caretaker is not quite all there. You feel his agony from drug withdrawal. You understand the resignation he feels when he has to burn his only first-draft manuscript just to get his hands on those drugs. As the quote goes, "The work, the pride in your work, the worth of the work itself...all those things faded away to the magic-lantern shades they really were when the pain got bad enough." The shame, the rage, the hate. This is horror at its absolute best. One human being imprisoned in a house by another. No cheesy jump-scares, no excessive blood and gore, no tacky dime-store costumes. This is hard-core psychological terror, and it's enough to make you lie awake at night, wondering if that dark shape in the corner is Annie, brandishing a chainsaw. So come along with me, dear Constant Reader, and let's be King's number one fans.