I need to vow to never again read a Stephen King novel. Never, never again. My freshman year of college, I read Misery and it left me absolutely terrified, trembling alone in an airport waiting lounge at midnight. Not the best idea. Since the new adaptation of Carrie was about to come out in theaters, I decided to read the book for myself.

While the story is mildly disturbing, it isn't actually that scary. But something about Stephen King's writing style leaves me horrified. Every single time. I don't know why my silly brain thinks, "Emily, it's not going to be scary. Just go ahead and read the book before you see the movie." Nope. Nope. Just nope.

Carrie is a bit long, but I finished it in a single day. I couldn't stand to put the book down until I knew what happened at the end. Only read Carrie if you're strong of heart.