Very few authors evoke the feelings I have for Stephen King. As I've mentioned many times before, when I was younger I thought that there was really nothing that could compare with a Stephen King book. I can easily remember trying to wile away down time between SK publishing events, eagerly awaiting new books from him. I was a little too young for him when Carrie came out, but starting with Night Shift, which I read in summer camp in, I think, 1979, and up until The Tommyknockers was relea[...]
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