Oh god, that book. I haven't read it since I did back in…well, the year after the movie came out, but jeez-o-pete, that book was annoying. I hated how Mrs. Brody was portrayed as being so helpless against her attraction to his self-insert character (we might not have had the word, but I definitely recognized the concept) and everything about the main characters made me want to throw the book. I think that was my first real introduction to the book-movie dichotomy, and how despite what people always want to say, sometimes the movie is definitely better. In the way that a good vid can take a really crappy movie and make it genius art, they managed to make a work of art out of a lousy potboiler.