Daisy's eyes lit up at the mention of an author she not only recognized, but read, and she felt a heavy swoon of adoration. Was it fate that the first cute boy she met liked the same books as her? All interest in the 6th floor residents evaporated and she nodded absently before volunteering:
"I read Cujo when I was, I don't know, eight and then got such bad nightmares my mother counted it as reason ten thousand and five why we couldn't get a dog."