Welcome to the first-ever presentation of the Bookworm award! If you missed last week’s post, check it out to find out the guidelines to participating in the Academy for these prestigious awards. Scroll down to the bottom of this post to find out the category for this next week!
After seeing your nominations for The Character You Would Least Like to Come to Life, I have come to a few conclusions.
1) We are more fearful of men than of women.
The award might as well have been for “Male Character…” because all of our nominations are for characters of the male persuasion.
Personally, and I say this as a card-carrying female, I think women can be much more psychologically destructive than men. However, men have the tendancy of bypassing psychology entirely and going straight for physical damage.
This leads to Conclusion #2.
2) We are more afraid of physical distress than emotional or psychological problems.
Physical damage may hurt for the moment, but, with the characters, you have nominated, you will not live long enough to feel much pain.
Psychological problems, however, can cause pain for a lifetime and even lead to bodily pain. hmmmm. Perhaps we are more afraid of our lives ending quickly than of enduring long lives of torment.
Anyway, enough on my random observations. Without further ado, here are the nominations and the winner of the first ever Bookworm! Continue reading
Stephen King and I have had a rocky relationship.
The Rough Beginnings
They weren’t lying when they say that first impressions count.
You see, when I was little, I decided to do what most right-minded small children do- sneak upstairs when no one is looking (when I should be in bed) and watch the movie that my older brother is watching, the one that I was not allowed to watch because I was “too young.” Well! Three-year old Lauren was not going to stand for this and decided to show everyone once and for all that she could handle anything.
Guess what? I can’t. I really, really can’t. Not when it comes to horror movies. Not when it comes to a possessed, demonic, zombie dog ripping people apart. My viewing of Pet Sematary Two scarred me to the point that I just avoided the horror genre at all costs.
A Chance for Redemption
At a certain point during my teenage years, I realized that not all horror was dead to me. Apparently, the only type of horror that truly bothers me is the horror that could conceivably happen to me. For example, Hitchcock’s Psycho
does not bother me because (perhaps after seeing that movie) I will never stay in a creepy motel, leaving myself vulnerable to a violin-accompanied, shower attack. Note: This resolve only strengthened after viewing Vacancy. For some reason, Pet Sematery Two seemed like something that could have happened to me, according to my toddler mindset at the time.
With this in mind, I sat down with a friend, some popcorn, and a pillow (to hide behind) to watch The Shining. I can’t say that I completely understand it, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. It left me with the sense that to completely understand the ending, I needed to read the book. It also left me with a sense of wonder; could it be that the man who cursed me with vivid, realistic, and unforgettable nightmares actually was an author I would want to read more of?