Since I foresee this running long, I’ll kick things off with a more up-front assessment before I let myself succumb fully to the urge to blather on with only a vague aim in mind. After giving the matter a great deal of thought, Stephen King is now no longer a member of my personal Mount Rushmore. Soon after expanding my so-named Holy Trinity (King, Adams, Vonnegut) to a Holy Quadrinity with the inclusion of Rainbow Rowell, it’s been knocked back down to a Holy Trinity, […]
I admit, I’m a slave to Stephen King.
I’ve been a Stephen King girl ever since summer camp in Jr. High, when someone handed me their copy of The Shining. Later that summer I read The Stand and ‘Salems Lot and every other worn paperback I could get my hands on before camp was over. I was hooked. I’ve read pretty much everything the man has written over the years (not every non-fiction piece, and a few short stories printed in obscure journals have eluded me). Some of his books are among my […]
I like driving in my car
Ah, Stephen King. He’s been my number one go-to author since I was in my early teens and read It and The Tommyknockers. I pretty much never looked back from that point on and while not every book he publishes is a slam dunk (Dreamcatcher is one of the most jawdroppingly terrible things, and I never even bothered to finish Lisey’s Story I was so bored and annoyed by it), when you’re as prolific as King is, that’s no real surprise. But I’d still much rather read an off target Stephen King […]