Never heard of the show.
Yes this is a random thread but as I have been saying FOR 11 PAGES NOW, YET NONE OF YOU LISTEN it is focused of things that are random, yet have to do with Rabbits, myths, myths concerning rabbits, and Greek play ideas to add on to the one Bwa Ha Ha and I wrote about Karoz the Rabbit God and Ichabod the Honourless Greek.
I found a lot on the outskirts of Pleasantview kinda like Tashmore Lake.
More like where I picture Shooter living, without the whole dairy farm thing around the house.
Since there is no hope of talking of Karoz-ness,
LET US DRONE-ON ABOUT SECRET WINDOW AND STEPHEN KING!
Anyone read Stephen King?
I only know two other people who read him, due to the extreme percentage of Baptists; one of them is Bwa Ha Ha, who has only read part two of The Green Mile, and the other is a lunatic, and not a friendly loony, like Bwa Ha Ha and myself, this one is just scary. Like that person who RAN OVER STEPHEN that one time.
Who is the crazy person?
Logic, though always accurate in the expected categories, cannot intermix with such flawed humans as our teachers and win out, Bwa Ha Ha. Besides, it was three A's and three B+'s.
In other words, you don't have advanced Math, and you are not in Ms.Whitmer's yet. JUST WAIT!
However, I did get perfect marks on the FCAT and was justly rewarded by the school and will be rewarded by my parental units.
Anyway, YES READ SECRET WINDOW, SECRET GARDEN! IT IS AWESOME! As expected, it is better than the movie, overall, but quite disappointing in someways. THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF THE STORY...
Well, it's in the third person, but it examines his brain more than the movie, sorta.
Secret Window, Secret Garden is in the collection of Novellas called Four Past Midnight. Listen to the last part of the foreword for SWSG;
It seemed to me as good a metaphor as any for what writers-especially writers of fantasy-do with their days and nights. Sitting down at the typewriter or picking up a pencil is a physical act; the spiritual analogue is looking out of an almost forgotten window, a window which offers a common view from an entirely different angle. . .an angle which renders the common extraordinary. The writer's job is to gaze through that window and report on what he sees.
But sometimes windows break. I think that, more than anything else, is the concern of this story: what happens to the wide-eyed observer when the window between reality and unreality breaks and the glass begins to fly?