Well, maybe the prison will be haunted, I thought. I remember opening Different Seasons and scanning the promo copy for “Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption” on the inside dust jacket flap- the most satisfying tale of unjust imprisonment and offbeat escape since The Count of Monte Cristo-and feeling just a bit underwhelmed. Of course, I was thrilled and grateful and dove right in. I can’t remember what Santa left under the tree for me that Christmas, but I do remember what my sister Mary surprised me with: an inscribed (by her not King) hardcover copy of Different Seasons. But, first, I had two weeks off and couldn’t wait to do absolutely nothing. I had just turned seventeen four days earlier and was looking forward to my final semester of high school…and then college.
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