Something Of Myself

I feel like I should give a little background, so here goes...

I'm in my twenties, I have just recently learned how to drive a car, and I'm a big fan of Stephen King. But you already knew that.

I first read Stephen Kind about five years ago. My father and I were browsing through our local library (I love libraries. I think it's crazy how I can get free books) and he picked up a copy of The Stand and handed it to me. At the time, I thought there was no merit in horror and would never have dreamed of reading King.

"You should read this," he said. "It's really good."

I was surprised- I had no idea my father had ever read Stephen King. It did not seem part of his character to do something like that. I checked out the book and read it in three days.

I loved it. It's still one of my favorite books ever, and whenever I read it (now on a different copy) I smell the faint scent of cigarette smoke that the old library copy had hanging about it.

After finishing it, and returning it to the library, I wandered past the Shelf marked "K-M" and remarked to remarked to my mother that I now kind of wanted to read another King book.

She laughed and said, "You've read the best- you don't need to read anymore." My mother disapproves somewhat of King.

I agreed and we left the library. Two days later I had finished Firestarter, and was going back for more.

The reason I'm doing this- and the reason I read King's books- is that I think Stephen King is one of the few real Authors of the modern age. The story is clearly paramont in his mind, and that is the reason I - and many other people- find his books so enjoyable.

With that in mind, I begin my journey proper. Time to read Carrie.