Excerpt from The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon by Stephen King, plus links to reviews, author biography & more

I say, he says, then I say and then he says: thinking about how they might talk while the fighting in the front seat of the Caravan drew steadily farther away. (Sometimes, Trisha had decided, silence was life's greatest blessing.) She was still looking fixedly at the signature on the visor of her baseball cap when Mom turned into the parking area, still far away (Trish is off in her own world was how her father put it), unaware that there were teeth hidden in the ordinary texture of things and she would soon know it. She was in Sanford, not in TR-90. She was in the town park, not at an entry-point to the Appalachian Trail. She was with Tom Gordon, Number 36, and he was offering to buy her a hotdog in exchange for directions to North Berwick.

Oh, bliss.

Copyright © 1999 by Stephen King. Reproduced by permission of the publisher Simon & Schuster