Sorry; The Shining; I don't care if I get sued.
The original hardcover dusk jacket art, where the grumpy hedge lion is rather amusing to me now; as a kid it freaked me the eff out. And Jack looks just like Warren Beatty.
The paperback copy that the Easter Bunny brought me because I was an amazing and very fortunate child.
The Shining with movie pictures!!!
Me last Christmas with my Salem's Lot with movie pictures -- thanks Aunt Nancy!
The dead woman in 237 from the Kubrick film. As a fan of the book, the movie sucks, but damn does it get the ghosts down.
And from the 1997 remake, which does not get the ghosts down.
Watched the Kubrick movie with my mom as a second grader; didn't see it again until I was 13. We had just moved to Missoula and suddenly I could rent movies that I couldn't find in eastern Montana (it was 1992; Showcase and Blockbuster were still viable things). For some reason I was all alone in the house, and even though it was a gorgeous afternoon in August, I was freaked, first by the dead woman in the bathtub, and then, far worse, by this image: the creepy dog/bear man fellating this codger, whose facial expression -- "Excuse me; can we help you, bitch?" -- is priceless.
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