I think I was about 15 the first time I read Pet Sematary. I was terrified. I was grossed out. I was totally hooked. I remember holing up in the basement to watch the movie with some friends. It was ok. But nothing like the delicious thrill of the words on the page, and the invitation those pages offered into the macabre layers of my own imagination. Something about King’s brand of terror has never translated well to the screen…... Read more