I read Stephen King voraciously when I was a kid. I can remember being excited enough about the release of The Stand: The Complete & Uncut, that I biked my fat-ass up to the airport. It was the only place in town that had it.
For some reason, I stopped reading him not too long after that. I think it was because I had found other writers like Clive Barker, Peter Straub, Shane Stevens, and many more.
King was really responsible for driving my interest in the genre. He introduced me to a lot of writers who I now consider my favourites.
I’m embarking on a personal readathon of the complete works of Stephen King. I will be reading them in publication order but I might change this a bit when I hit the Dark Tower series or the Bachman Books and try to read them in bunches.
So, to start at the beginning, you have to start with Carrie. Published in April of 74, it’s been kept in the public eye through various adaptations.
If you want to read along, feel free to start now. I’ll post something in ways of a review over the next week or so.by