It was as if the book chose her.
I was walking past an op-shop when something big and white caught my eye. In the days preceding this I had wanted to find a Stephen King book to read, as I had finished "The Dead Zone" in under four days. I first read "Insomnia" ages ago and it was one of my favourites. It has been enough time that I have forgotten the details of the book although I do remember some of the story.
The book peered out at me from the front window of the op-shop. It seemed to be whispering "Buy me. Buy me." I found that I couldn't walk past the shop, even though I was in a hurry.
So I did the only thing I could do, I walked inside. The shop smelt of dust and mothballs. I asked the man "how much for the Stephen King book in the window?" He escorted me to the display and pointed at a bronze cup.
I was perplexed. I was sure I said 'book', what was he playing at?
Then he pointed at a set of handkerchiefs.
"No, this one." I put my hand on the book.
He tapped his hand on a set of glassware.
"No, this." I kept showing him the book but it was like he couldn't see it. I thought perhaps his eyesight wasn't good.
"This one?" he put his hand on a stuffed toy.
Either that or he was having a lend of me.
"This one." I tapped the huge, hardback white book in the window for the last time. He finally got it.
"How much is it?" I asked, knowing full well I would pay whatever he said just to get out of there.
"I'll take it."
The book is amazing, very compelling and fast paced.
The irony is the title: Insomnia. When I read it last night I fell asleep immediately!