How Things Change

I think this audio version of "Cell" is the first "traditional" Stephen King novel I've experienced in perhaps seven years. I did reread and catch up on the Dark Tower series, finally finishing it, but that isn't his typical horror thing. I'm remembering how, when I first discovered King in eighth grade, I used to read his books for all the scenes of graphic violence. Now, I'm reading it for all the stuff in between and actually don't care for all the blood (although without the blood, the stuff in between probably isn't as good). It makes me wonder if I should go back and reread (or listen to) the books I read as a surly teenager, so I can pay attention to the parts I rushed through.

In other news, krasota is making turkey broth. She threw a little bit of everything in the pot with a turkey carcass and intends to simmer it all night long. I like to call it primordial soup, because there is a chance (albeit a slim one) that life will arise in that stock pot, boil itself over, and slime its way across the floor to watch TV in my office.