See, the thing is, I didn't get that at all. I've read the damn thing four times because I keep wanting to see the book you've seen, the book that some of my friends who are heavily into both lit fic and genre fiction see, the book all these other book reviewers tell me I should be seeing. And I don't.

I'm in a similar boat, though I did read Wolf in White Van, which was amazing and twisted and wonderful.

Waitwaitwait.

I think the original Carrie musical might go over well.

DO NOT think about The Event! Keep calm! Remain indoors! Do not think about The Event!

It was initially "Gentlemen prefer blands", but the accents in those days were ridiculous.

Hello, Benjamin. How's the Monkey?

Hey, I like a nice dance! I'm forced to!

"DO I LOOK LIKE SOMEONE WHO CARES WHAT THE NEIGHBORS THINK?"

I really didn't like the Rifftrax of Road House. I felt like just sitting there while only Mike made comments didn't have the same effect on me as the group. It just felt kinda…lonely.

Fool on the Hill/Something Wicked This Way Comes
Fool on the Hill got my eye for being about a dateless, wistful author and began paralleling my life so completely I thought Matt Ruff was following me. Well…not the parts about animated Real Dolls and fairies, but the Asian muse who suddenly vanishes and doesn't want…

Hell, it has marketability now!

Mark Frost's greatest work
I'm surprised no one's ever brought up The List of 7. It is by far Mark Frost's best work aside from this, and with the resurgence of both Sherlock Holmes and the steampunk subgenre, it could really work out well. And it's Sherlock Holmes and Arthur Conan Doyle fighting zombies. How could…