In the introduction to this book, Frank Darabont acknowledges that it’s silly, and it totally is. It’s a nice, breezy little cautionary fairy tale about being careful what you wish for. Walpuski longs to be a writer, but he gets more than he bargained for when he takes his busted typewriter in for repair and meets a creepy mysterious shopkeeper straight out of central casting. He goes home with an enchanted typewriter, guaranteed to write him a bestseller, but of course, it’s not all puppies and rainbows. It’s fun, and it’s a quick read, but it’s not really worth seeking out unless you’re a die-hard Darabont fan. It reads a bit like a college writing assignment, and a bit like a therapy session for a poor sap with writer’s block.