Update 1/8/17: 
 There's crazy, and then there's the Mommy, I'm scared crazy. Annie is that second one. She's the one you don't want to cross - in any way. Ticking time bombs are called ticking for a reason. At some point, they're going to go off. But Annie's like a wasp compared to the honeybee because she's the bomb that can explode, and explode, and explode. Poor Paul Sheldon. He didn't even get the chance to avoid the crazy that is Annie. "I'm your number one fan!" My ass. 
 Movie confession. Yes, I've seen it. Great flick, but at some point since then I've learned to read the book first. For Misery the order was reversed. Not a horrible thing to do, especially when the movie is a good one. But while reading, James Caan continued to flicker in and out of my mind as Paul Sheldon. Same thing for Kathy Bates/Annie Wilkes. Again, not a bad way to picture characters. I simply prefer a clean slate. Although the faces from the movie were clear, the details I remembered were not. Excepting a few scenes. I mean, some things cannot be forgotten. Sledgehammer anyone? So imagine my surprise when that oh-so-horrific moment arrived in the book. Slightly, yet completely different! I literally wanted to scream, "NO Annie please!" along with Paul. Oh, the pain. It was palpable. 
 Misery is among King's best. It's also shorter than most. Condensed is the feeling. He still meanders with some tangents, but doesn't dilly-dally for long before coming back for another blow to the senses. I will not be able to look at this book in the future without feeling a visceral response traveling directly to my legs. 
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 1/7/17 
 You're the dirty bird Annie Wilkes, and this is for you: 
 "I want to look her straight in the eye and tell her what a cheap, lying, no good, rotten, far flushing, snake licking, dirt eating, inbreed, overstuffed, ignorant, blood sucking, dog kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat assed, bug eyed, stiff legged, spotty lipped, worm headed, sack of monkey shit she is!!! Halleluah!! Holy shit!! Where's the Tylenol??" 
 Ok, so those were Clark Griswold's famous words from Christmas Vacation. I thought they fit Annie to a tee.