webbkmak

I read *Desperation* ages ago, when it was new. I think of it often, and regardless of the many details from the story I can't recall, I distinctly remember its terrifying impact. King created both terror and a visceral recognition of evil in my head. It's an unfirgettable experience. You enter the novel not unlike the characters, the unsuspecting travellers--naive and carefree. Having read the book, I became conscious that imagination never springs out of nothing.