Jacques didn't recognise the man in the picture, who could? Apparently all the other students. He'd wondered how many of them actually completed a Stephen King novel. He'd seen some on his mothers bookshelf, but he'd never been enticed to read any in its entirety. Stephen king was not only dead, he was one of the most boring writers ever. Yes Jacques had to admit the mans talent with words but there were only so many times one could tolerate the verbose language used. Stephen and James Patterson were alike in that manner. His mother had bought him Pattersons The Witch and Wizard -which was a very good attempt at teen fiction and absolutely nothing like real witches and wizards- but even that dulled after a while.

That was the problem with writers, they often thought they needed to write a healthy -or unhealthy if you ask him- string of big words to make themselves look extra smart, or for the book to be critically acclaimed but really, most people bought their crap books to fill their bookshelves not for leisure reading. He scoffed.