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What I need today is some fiction in which to absorb myself and forget life. Usually I'd continue my replay of Dragon Age, or watch something from my endless cache of tv and movies, but of course my computer is gone. Therefore I have decided to reread a Stephen King book, being as he is for all his flaws the most *absorbing* profic writer I know, or at least whose books I own. The catch is that choice, as usual, is distressing me--so pick one for me? Anything before the mid nineties, which IMO is when the long slow shark jump of self-cannibalization began. I own pretty much all of them, mostly in those wonderful color-banded Signet editions.

(alternately I might go read some Lovecraft. Much harder, but also more brilliantly insane. And no, iPhone, I don't mean "love craft." I very distinctly do not.)

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I vote It, if only because it is long and absorbing and always the one I end up going for.

Or, y'know, Colour Out of Space and Pickman's Model, because those are my favorite Lovecraft.

IT was one of the central books of my mid childhood--which upon reflection is all kinds of messed up--so maybe I'll go with that one for nostalgia.