Dearest Mr. King,
I am currently reading 11/22/63 and enjoying it very much. I have been particularly drawn to the theme of harmonics that runs through the narrative. You have been the author of my life, if there is such a thing, as I have read every published word you have written that I could get my hands on. You have told me more stories than i could count. Today while reading something very curious happened ... so curious that I felt the need for the first time ever to write to you and tell YOU a story.
You see, while reading today I briefly put my book down to check my Facebook (being very much a slave to the more sinister aspects of the 21st century - I find it hard to go more than a few hours without visiting one of my social network sites).
One of the first statuses that I saw was a picture post. A friend was working from home and posted a photo of her cat sitting next to what appeared to be some work papers and chewing on a pen. Her cat is a small calico with black and orange markings on her face. To be specific the left side of her face is black and the right side of her face is orange. She is also a rather small cat for her age. There were already some comments on the photo regarding the size of the cat.
I recalled that I had a very recently taken a picture of my own cat chewing on a pair of glasses next to the book that I'm reading (your book 11/22/63). I decided to share that picture with her since there were so many similarities. Along with the photo I left the following comment: "My Jojo likes glasses. She's also a little pipsqueak."
Jojo also happens to be a calico with black and orange markings on her face. Specifically the left side of her face is black and the right side is orange. The rest of their markings, while not obviously viewable in the photos, are also quite similar.
I cannot tell you the last time I used the word pipsqueak to describe anything. In fact, while leaving the comment it occurred to me that I was not quite sure if this was one word or two. I hesitated, thought about using a different word, thought about googling it, and finally decided that for once I would be lazy and go with what looked right ... p i p s q u e a k.
After posting the picture I immediately put my phone down and picked up my book and continued reading. I turned a single page and found myself on page 588, where I read the following sentence:
"Because de Mohrenschildt would never in his wildest dreams have believed a pipsqueak like Ozzie Rabbit was the shooter last Wednesday night ..."
It appears I just experienced a small dose of your harmonics, Mr. King. I have attached the two photos for your enjoyment. I do have to say, this book has been simply spellbinding and i have lost myself completely in it. Just crawling out long enough to share my crazy experience of the day.
Thank you for reading, if you have managed to get to the end of this tale. I hope I was able to convey the odd sense of harmony or synchronicity or just plain coincidence in a way that expressed my own awe.
Sincerely,
Teresa Rushka
I am currently reading 11/22/63 and enjoying it very much. I have been particularly drawn to the theme of harmonics that runs through the narrative. You have been the author of my life, if there is such a thing, as I have read every published word you have written that I could get my hands on. You have told me more stories than i could count. Today while reading something very curious happened ... so curious that I felt the need for the first time ever to write to you and tell YOU a story.
You see, while reading today I briefly put my book down to check my Facebook (being very much a slave to the more sinister aspects of the 21st century - I find it hard to go more than a few hours without visiting one of my social network sites).
One of the first statuses that I saw was a picture post. A friend was working from home and posted a photo of her cat sitting next to what appeared to be some work papers and chewing on a pen. Her cat is a small calico with black and orange markings on her face. To be specific the left side of her face is black and the right side of her face is orange. She is also a rather small cat for her age. There were already some comments on the photo regarding the size of the cat.
I recalled that I had a very recently taken a picture of my own cat chewing on a pair of glasses next to the book that I'm reading (your book 11/22/63). I decided to share that picture with her since there were so many similarities. Along with the photo I left the following comment: "My Jojo likes glasses. She's also a little pipsqueak."
Jojo also happens to be a calico with black and orange markings on her face. Specifically the left side of her face is black and the right side is orange. The rest of their markings, while not obviously viewable in the photos, are also quite similar.
I cannot tell you the last time I used the word pipsqueak to describe anything. In fact, while leaving the comment it occurred to me that I was not quite sure if this was one word or two. I hesitated, thought about using a different word, thought about googling it, and finally decided that for once I would be lazy and go with what looked right ... p i p s q u e a k.
After posting the picture I immediately put my phone down and picked up my book and continued reading. I turned a single page and found myself on page 588, where I read the following sentence:
"Because de Mohrenschildt would never in his wildest dreams have believed a pipsqueak like Ozzie Rabbit was the shooter last Wednesday night ..."
It appears I just experienced a small dose of your harmonics, Mr. King. I have attached the two photos for your enjoyment. I do have to say, this book has been simply spellbinding and i have lost myself completely in it. Just crawling out long enough to share my crazy experience of the day.
Thank you for reading, if you have managed to get to the end of this tale. I hope I was able to convey the odd sense of harmony or synchronicity or just plain coincidence in a way that expressed my own awe.
Sincerely,
Teresa Rushka