Stephen King

Printemps : l'histoire d'un prisonnier innocent qui prépare l'évasion la plus extraordinaire depuis celle du comte de Monte-Cristo... Été : un jeune adolescent découvre le passé monstrueux d'un vieillard et joue avec lui une variante terrible du chat et de la souris... Automne : quatre garçons turbulents s'aventurent dans les forêts du Maine, à la découverte de la vie, de la mort et des présages de leur destin... Hiver : dans un club étrange, un médecin raconte l'histoire d'une femme décidée à accoucher quoi qu'il arrive... Ces quatre récits prouvent triomphalement que le grand Stephen King est capable de transcender l'horreur sans abandonner son style singulièrement entraînant, sa façon imagée de rendre le décor et les personnages, et ses intrigues haletantes, suspendues au bord du gouffre. Différentes saisons : quatre joyaux, d'une lecture irrésistible.

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Emma Ouellet

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The mixture of emotions made ne feel heatsick and headaches.

there was a dreadful exhilaration in seeing things that had bothered me for years come out in a new form, a form which I had imposed control.

and for just one moment we looked into each other's eyes and saw some of the true things that made us friends.

I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, did you?

Someone had redefined his pain, and redefined it in shockingly common terms. That would have to be examined later. In depth. On long sleepless nights.

I probably would have looked like a jack-in-the-book to anyone watching, but to myself I felt like a boy underwater slow motion, shooting up not through five feet of air but rather moving up through five hundred feet of water, moving slowly, moving with a dreadful languidness as the water parted grudgingly. But at last I did break the surface. The last of the paralysis fell from me and I began to run

..was I enjoying this? Yeah in some peculiar, self destructive way that I have experienced only when completely and utterly drunk. I was.

I went because of the shadows that are always somewhere behind our eyes.

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