This thing has been sitting on my shelf for about eight months. I am not even kidding. What’s worse is that it’s also on my Goodreads shelf so I am definitely ‘Currently Reading’ it. It’s not that I wasn’t enjoying it, or at least the fifty pages that I’d read so far. My To Be Read list got snowed under, I left it in my room and then went back to my parents for Christmas and at this point I start to sound like Elwood Blues trying to justify himself to Carrie Fisher. I don’t tend to read horror and not even in the way that I don’t tend to read science-fiction or fantasy but in exceptional circumstances I can be persuaded – I just don’t read horror. I scare easily and I don’t like violence. Still, Stephen King is a great author and I did read Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption (which did nearly make me faint during the rape parts) and also The Green Mile, both of which I ultimately enjoyed. Plus, if you’re going to sample horror, I felt that The Shining was the place to start. I do want to read it. But I also have well over a hundred books that I also want to read. The problem is that having officially committed to this one, I feel guilty. I hate leaving books unfinished – I find myself pondering what could have befallen the characters even with stories that I wasn’t enjoying. This book will be completed and when it is, I will breathe a sigh of relief.