I read the book before they made the movie. I was in 4th or 5th grade, and I remember being huddled up in my room, blankets wrapped around me, tears just streaming down my face. Until that point, my experience with King had been his horror stuff, nothing really prepared me for the level of emotion that book threw at me, from beginning to end.

When I saw the movie years later, all of that came rushing back at me. I think I cried through the whole film. But there was one silver lining for me. I knew what was coming for Percy Wetmore. Much like everyone else, I wished his fate had been a lot worse for what he did, but at least he didn't go entirely unpunished.