I see Dean as having a small collection of books that he discovered along the years that he loves for random reasons-- maybe one that Cassie gave him, and another one that he had to read in high school and fell in love with anyway, and one that he picked up from the hospital book cart when he was laid up with a broken leg when he was 23.
I can see this. I was being a little mean to poor Dean.
I can see the Cassie thing, and the hospital book cart thing so easily. The book cart book might be something like ... Ludlum. Or possibly Pet Semetary, which I could see him really getting into for a lot of reasons.
The Cassie one and the school one I would have to think about. Maybe To Kill a Mockingbird.
Or possibly Pet Semetary, which I could see him really getting into for a lot of reasons.
"Dude, I totally need to know this shit in case we ever run across a zombifying cemetary!"
Dean used to have a stash of Blue Moon titles, found by chance in a laundromat in El Paso after Sam left, but before he went off on his own. We're talking about some messed-up shit, but compelling. Man, who knew frig really meant something dirty?
Sadly, they went missing after the accident.
If Dean ever searched through Sam's duffle, he'd find a stack of fairly harmless Earl Emerson paperbacks that didn't seem to quite fit right in their covers, some of them with some glue smudges along the edge of the spine.
Lucky for Sam, even if Dean does search Sam's duffle, he's unlikely to pop open a worn copy of Yellow Dog Party or Nervous Laughter.
Hee. Exactly, Matt! But I was also thinking about subconsciously planting the seed of bringing someone back.
God, that was a creepy book.
What's Blue Moon, Plei?
Why do I not know, really, any of the books you're talking about.
Also, insent to you a while ago. A little prezzie. Never mind! I should check my email before I post!
Blue Moon Books is the publisher that reprinted about 95% of the stuff in my Victorian and Edwardian erotica collection.
Earl Emerson writes mysteries with great action scenes, a fabulous sense of place, and craptastic women.
And yes, I made these personal fanon decisions by turning my head left, instead of right.
Right, and Sam would have shoved all of the text of Wanton Women (a trade-sized Blue Moon book) into The Crimson Petal and the White (about the same size, and currently next to the former on my floor, sharing space with Everything's Eventual).
I *just* got why the Emerson books were sort of ... funky. Smart Sam.
I still need to read The Crimson Petal and the White. And I am terribly wary, as well as morbidly fascinated, about the film version of 1407. I love Cusack, but it looks like they took the scariest story in the book, and fucked it right up.
I don't know a damn book that anyone's mentioned other than Kerouac and Pet Semetary, and I haven't read either of those.
Someone created a series of letters... Sam getting drunk and writing nasty notes to Stephen King about how bad his books suck. With notes in the margin by Dean. Hysterical.
I really think Dean's a movie guy and Sam's a book guy. But I like the idea that Dean's got a few that he really likes. (Who likes Gatsby? And also, I wonder if Sam likes Shakespeare...)
