You guys know how much I love to read, and basically anytime I’m invited to participate or join in a Book-Club.. I’m all over it. My Sister Paige and a few of her friends, decided to start a new Book-Club.. “The Boston Pizza Book-Club”, where we meet up at the Boston Pizza/or with take-out, and discuss books. They chose “IT” by Stephen King for the first novel, in anticipation for the highly hyped movie remake coming out in September.
I have always been fucking TERRIFIED by the movie “IT”. I don’t think I’ve ever looked at a sewer drain the same way.. or a red balloon.. I mean just NO. Tim Curry was the most horrifying little creep ever in that movie, and I still dream about it. Also fun fact, my boyfriend Ryan’s childhood friend played the role of “Young Eddie Spaghetti” in the original movie, which I think is just so cool.
So this is the book we are reading for our Book-Club, and I’m so excited. Firstly this book is fucking LONG. It’s 1,472 PAGES LONG!!!! We are going to meet up every 200 pages or so to discuss. I’ve heard the book is quite a bit darker than the movie, so I’m very excited. Stephen King is one of Horror Genre’s greatest writers, and I know this won’t disappoint. I’ll keep you guys posted on my review of the book, when we get around to finishing it.. probably closer to September! We plan to finish it right before the movie’s release!
I don’t think I’ll ever sleep again.
Ps. I apologize in advance for the TERRIFYING photo I’m about to attach, which is the new film’s poster. It’s just the worst… in the best way.
(SOON TO BE A MAJOR MOTION MOVIE IN 2017 starring Finn Wolfhard, Bill Skarsg rd (from STRANGER THINGS) and Jaeden Lieberher.
To the children, the town was their whole world. To the adults, knowing better, Derry Maine was just their home town: familiar, well-ordered for the most part. A good place to live.
It was the children who saw – and felt – what made Derry so horribly different. In the storm drains, in the sewers, IT lurked, taking on the shape of every nightmare, each one’s deepest dread. Sometimes IT reached up, seizing, tearing, killing . . .
The adults, knowing better, knew nothing.
Time passed and the children grew up, moved away. The horror of IT was deep-buried, wrapped in forgetfulness. Until they were called back, once more to confront IT as IT stirred and coiled in the sullen depths of their memories, reaching up again to make their past nightmares a terrible present reality.)