I am now in possession of Stephen King's latest novel, Lisey's Story. I went to the huge stack of them at Barnes and Noble and dug until I found an unmarred copy, and was pleased that the cashier handled it with the same reverence I was carrying it with.
When I brought it home, I looked at the outside, then gently opened the cover for the first time. I took off the cover and admired the color and black/white image, then basked in flipping through the pages.
Tonight I am avoiding all work, television, phone calls and email. I have a date with Mr. King and I know he can go all night.