You know that feeling when you’re reading a novel and suddenly you come across a description or a scene and you’re like “hey that’s my life right there!” It’s as if the author had known that you specifically were going to read their book, so they threw in some personal things to freak you out.
Well. This has happened to me twice within the past four years, and both times it was very disturbing. So a big ol’ THANKS NOT REALLY to Stephen King and John Steinbeck for giving me nightmares I totally didn’t need.
First, ol’ Steiney. There I was in 2012, sitting on my couch after
work, elevating my painfully-swollen-because-pregnant-with-twins ankles,
reading East of Eden, as one does. It’s weird and great and I’m completely into it. And then.
The psycho-lady has twins. Twin boys. Like I was going to have two months from then.
I’m still ambivalent about that novel, to be honest.
Then, and this just happened a few days ago, I’m washing dishes and
listening to my audiobook- it’s the last in Stephen King’s Dark Tower
series. So this ex-demon woman has finally had this demon-baby and aww
so cute, the baby starts nursing and it’s all great until the baby turns
into a horrible spider-thing and tears off its mother’s boob and
basically sucks everything out of her and kills her.
THANKS SO MUCH STEPHEN KING CAUSE I’M BREASTFEEDING MY YOUNGEST CHILD AND I DIDN’T NEED THAT IMAGE.
I mean, of course. Here I am breastfeeding my baby and I’ve been
doing it for many months now, and it’s pretty great. Couldn’t with the
twins, but with just one, I’m totally workin’ it. So I didn’t need this
horrible image of a spider-demon-baby turning a lovely breastfeeding
scene into something horrible. Goddammit.
Yeah, I know, these are just two little incidents in four years, but
still. I remember this shit. But this hasn’t stopped me from loving
Steinbeck and King. I just wish the timing for these books and my life
had been a little bit different, ya know?
(first posted on Book Riot 3/24/16)