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#1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER * ONE OF TIME MAGAZINES 100 BEST MYSTERY AND THRILLER BOOKS OF ALL TIME * Before Doctor Sleep, there was The Shining, a classic of modern American horror from the undisputed master, Stephen King. Jack Torrances new job at the Overlook Hotel is the perfect chance for a fresh start. As the off-season caretaker at the atmospheric old hotel, hell have plenty of time to spend reconnecting with his family and working on his writing. But as the harsh winter weather sets in, the idyllic location feels ever more remote . . . and more sinister. And the only one to notice the strange and terrible forces gathering around the Overlook is Danny Torrance, a uniquely gifted five-year-old. Read more Continue reading Read less REVIEW "A master storyteller." - Los Angeles Times "Scary! . . . Serves up horrors at a brisk, unflagging pace." - The New York Times "This chilling novel will haunt you, and make your blood run cold and your heart race with fear." - Nashville Banner "Guaranteed to frighten you into fits. . . . with a climax that is literally explosive." - Cosmopolitan "The most wonderfully gruesome man on the planet." - USA Today "An undisputed master of suspense and terror." - The Washington Post "[King] probably knows more about scary goings-on in confined, isolated places than anybody since Edgar Allan Poe." - Entertainment Weekly "Hes the author who can always make the improbable so scary youll feel compelled to check the locks on the front door." - The Boston Globe "Peerless imagination." - The Observer (London) ABOUT THE AUTHOR STEPHEN KING is the author of more than sixty books, all of them worldwide bestsellers. His recent work includes If It Bleeds, The Institute, Elevation, The Outsider, Sleeping Beauties (cowritten with his son Owen King) , and the Bill Hodges trilogy: End of Watch, Finders Keepers, and Mr. Mercedes (an Edgar Award winner for Best Novel and an AT&T Audience Network original television series) . His novel 11/22/63 was named a top ten book of 2011 by The New York Times Book Review and won the Los Angeles Times Book Prize for Mystery/Thriller. His epic works The Dark Tower, It, Pet Sematary, and Doctor Sleep are the basis for major motion pictures, with It now the highest grossing horror film of all time. He is the recipient of the 2018 PEN America Literary Service Award, the 2014 National Medal of Arts, and the 2003 National Book Foundation Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters. He lives in Bangor, Maine, with his wife, novelist Tabitha King. EXCERPT. REPRINTED BY PERMISSION. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Excerpted from Chapter One Jack Torrance thought: Officious little prick. Ullman stood five-five, and when he moved, it was with the prissy speed that seems to be the exclusive domain of all small plump men. The part in his hair was exact, and his dark suit was sober but comforting. I am a man you can bring your problems to, that suit said to the paying customer. To the hired help it spoke more curtly: This had better be good, you. There was a red carnation in the lapel, perhaps so that no one on the street would mistake Stuart Ullman for the local undertaker. As he listened to Ullman speak, Jack admitted to himself that he probably could not have liked any man on that side of the desk - under the circumstances. Ullman had asked a question he hadnt caught. That was bad; Ullman was the type of man who would file such lapses away in a mental Rolodex for later consideration. "Im sorry?" "I asked if your wife fully understood what you would be taking on here. And theres your son, of course." He glanced down at the application in front of him. "Daniel. Your wife isnt a bit intimidated by the idea?" "Wendy is an extraordinary woman." "And your son is also extraordinary?" Jack smiled, a big wide PR smile. "We like to think so, I suppose. Hes quite self-reliant for a five-year-old." No returning smile from Ullman. He slipped Jacks application back into a file. The file went into a drawer. The desk top was now completely bare except for a blotter, a telephone, a Tensor lamp, and an in/out basket. Both sides of the in/out were empty, too. Ullman stood up and went to the file cabinet in the corner. "Step around the desk, if you will, Mr. Torrance. Well look at the hotel floor plans." He brought back five large sheets and set them down on the glossy walnut plane of the desk. Jack stood by his shoulder, very much aware of the scent of Ullmans cologne. All my men wear English Leather or they wear nothing at all came into his mind for no reason at all, and he had to clamp his tongue between his teeth to keep in a bray of laughter. Beyond the wall, faintly, came the sounds of the Overlook Hotels kitchen, gearing down from lunch. "Top floor," Ullman said briskly. "The attic. Absolutely nothing up there now but bric-a-brac. The Overlook has changed hands several times since World War II and it seems that each successive manager has put everything they dont want up in the attic. I want rattraps and poison bait sowed around in it. Some of the third-floor chambermaids say they have heard rustling noises. I dont believe it, not for a moment, but there mustnt even be that one-in-a-hundred chance that a single rat inhabits the Overlook Hotel." Jack, who suspected that every hotel in the world had a rat or two, held his tongue. "Of course you wouldnt allow your son up in the attic under any circumstances." "No," Jack said, and flashed the big PR smile again. Humiliating situation. Did this officious little prick actually think he would allow his son to goof around in a rattrap attic full of junk furniture and God knew what else? Ullman whisked away the attic floor plan and put it on the bottom of the pile. "